• Posters: "Moving On" signed print on semi-gloss 100 lb. cardstock.
• Giclées: Signed and numbered (series of 25) high quality archival print on canvas. Finished with a colorfast UV gloss varnish, stretched on 3/4" bars, and shipped with hanging hardware.
Original piece painted live at Sonic Bloom Festival 2015 to the music of Unlimited Aspect, Russ Liquid, VibeSquaD, Desert Dwellers, Kinetic Groove, Mustard Tiger, Talib Kweli, & STS9. Original painting 18"x24" – oil & acrylic pens on canvas.
When visionary chaos theorist Ralph Abraham wrote in the MAPS Journal a few years ago about his original experiments with DMT in the 1960s, and how they inspired his explorations of fractal mathematics and computer visualizations, he mentioned that one of the notable characteristics of the tryptamine "realm" is how entities don't seem to be restricted to contiguous space. We mundane animals in meatspace need to be connected by nerves and blood vessels and skeletons, etc., but the seeming-beings of the DMT-verse are "wireless" unities of pattern, rhythm, and color. They exist more as musical themes than solid blocks of meat.
Think of the Fire Gang in the movie Labyrinth – they all just blithely exchange their body parts and expected Jennifer Connelly's character Sarah to be able to just pop her head off and throw it around like they do. That's the best example in film that I can think of, although even those beings have otherwise-ordinary vertebrate anatomy...which seems like a stretch, no pun intended, given that they have no real need to adhere to such conservative body plans. Something like that is going on here...
When people asked me what I was painting – and sometimes I don't know until I'm asked – the impression that I got was that this is what a lobster experiences as its body image after death in the bardo between lives. This is the disintegrated self-mess of a crustacean's afterlife body mind...or perhaps, more optimistically, this is a portrait of the posthuman/postlobster Charles Stross wrote about in his sci-fi novel Accelerando, after lobster brains are uploaded to the internet and then escape Earth to explore the solar system as nanotechnological godlike beings. Definitely more visceral than the "jeweled self-dribbling basketballs" of Terence McKenna's trip reports, even if it's pointing at the same experience...
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