Actually based on photos I took at a kite festival on the Oregon coast. I think the almost cubist image was of banners at the entry to the festival. But the colored blocks made me think of the Frank Stockton short story, “The Lady and the Tiger.”
This one does betray my imaginative bent toward the speculative, building whole new worlds inside of computers, the birth of a new universe. Parallel worlds, bubble worlds inside a microcosm become macrocosm. Dividing down like Zeno infinitely.
Wildfire season again, smoke in the valley, smell of smoke in the air…image of burning against the fresh transparent water with rocks and leaves on the streambed. Reflective of the failure to wrestle with the angel of climate change, our impact on global systems.
Light as a feather.
Imagine a virus like a Pac-Man going through some video game devouring all the icons. Something electronic devouring something electronic. What fun! But then I’d have to go back to working with colored ink without all the splendid layering and texturing. So keep those naughty viruses out of my system.
With a nod to Henri Rousseau whose paintings of jungle, beasts and dreams have always held a particular fascination for me.
Okay, maybe I’m an idealist and it’s true I don’t live under a wind tower, but for all the visual pollution and the issue of more power lines, I still see wind as a viable alternative energy source and with this image I’m lighting the darkness with windmills.