Watermelon Tourmaline Medusa
• Posters: "Watermelon Tourmaline Medusa" 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 with oil & acrylic markers at:
• Kerrville Folk Festival (2015-05-24) during RJ Cowdery, Joe Crookston, Ellis Delaney, The Don Juans, & Amy Speace
The most impressive synchronicity I've experienced in years was jellyfish themed: it happened after reading Rudy Rucker's awesome novel Mathematicians in Love, which describes a fractal underworld, La Hampa, populated by and constituted from the godlike body-mind of Nataraja. La Hampa's fractal structure is a successive series of island worlds beneath oceanic skies. You swim up into the next, more lavish, wider, more ethereal sphere – or swim down, into a denser, smaller, less responsive world. Within La Hampa, Nataraja Jellyfish at every level of the fractal dream successive versions of a universe until they reach maturity and graduate to stardom. Our Earth is one of these Cnidarian dreams...
Last month after pulling an all-nighter I was digging through a giant stack of notes I'd saved since college and discovered that I'd left a note to self, a thought upon which I expected to expand. The note was: "Inner planets to outer planets. :: Dense ---> Rarified" followed by a drawing of a jellyfish, which I remember meaning that I'd correlated planetary archetypes to "densities" of frequency and relative degrees of freedom, and that denser realms precipitate from subtler numinous realities like tentacles, peninsular but still connected to the One through hyperspace. This note I left myself about two years ago is basically the manifold reality as Rucker wrote it in 2006.
Suddenly I felt a presence best described as fiction crossing over into fact. The Nataraja Jellyfish had woven my intuitive experience and note to self together with a book I wouldn't read until years later, then directed me to find this note just minutes after I had finished raving about how I felt that Rucker's underworld's as accurate a map as I've encountered. The weirdness of this is beyond my powers to explain.