Excursion

of the Damned. Back to the waters from which we sprang, polluted with the debris of rusted societal structure.

Composited photographs with a bit of digital filtering.

Still Life

Based on a photograph I took many, many, many years ago. Image processed.

PROCESSED

Processed. Possessed. RFID'd and wired into the system. Catalogued, pigeon-holded and categorized. Tapped and tapered to fit society. Do you dare unplug?????

Life's Little Crucifixions

"LIfe's Little Crucifixions" Clay and nails. Bisque fired to 06. Glazed with acrylic asphaltum and varnished. Approx 7-inches tall.

Everyman experiencing the stigma and crucifixion of life. All those things that impale us....make us bleed....and force us to seek beyond the norm...for some sort of meaning in this moment of realizing....purpose is biological.

And oh....if there were some grand scheme beyond the infinite wheeling of the Universe, but that is, of course, so very vastly unlikely. Trapped in our limited perspectives, seeing through eyes that feed only into our own wiring -- we invent gods and purpose...and attempt to impose a logical lattice upon those inventions. This is the curse of being human -- that point halfway between the beast and the god -- never to partake fully of either....knowing not the bliss of simply being....nor the ALL of existence.

Too complex for simplicity...we torture ourselves endlessly in want of validation of existence..invent religions and philosophies that allow us to pretend there is some reward for adhering to social directives.....but the cold absolute Truth would tell us the Universe takes no notice of us.

Purpose is only what we invent..for ourselves.....the reason we awake in the morning...the reason we continue to function as a viable species. Our biological wiring has evolved, cunningly balanced, to allow us this fragile state of knowing..and yet...forgetting.