'Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.'
Invisible Cities
Italo Calvino
Homogenous silence, marked by blurs and flecks. The dimension so vast as to measure time: an aeon of girth. Elephant-skin wrinkles, emerging from the smooth ruffled surface of the massive depth. At the edge, soaking in a million pits, the mass opening, and revealing pitted subcutane, and then felted porous liquid tendrils. At the edge,...
Like finger-print wrinkles, clumping in repeated rolls, barrel-vault wrinkle oriented in single meandering spread that shifts every few diameters, then reasserts itself. Cutting across, a twill-chevron of cross-wrinkles then searing across the whole, a ridge that grows in height, reverse fissures, becoming more turbulent as it merges, then...
I have considered myself a digital artist for quite a while now and although my work may seem...
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"Not the animal world, not the plant world, not the miracle of the spheres, but man himself is now the crucial mystery. Man is that alien presence with whom the forces of egoism must come to terms, through whom the ego is to be crucified and resurrected, and in whose image society is to be reformed. Man, understood however not as 'I' but as...
In what sense can we distinguish reality from technology? How far can we go before our words become so inter-defined that there is almost nothing we can say without saying everything?