Current Residence: Maryland/Kansas/Thailand|
Favourite genre of music: No particular; lately listening to lots of Indian classical, Persian, and Electric Ambient streams
Personal Quote: Wisdom is a strategy of perception.
An anthropomorphic entity sets within grape leaves and rose buds. It exists between the realms of terrestrial and alien, flora and fauna, fruitfulness and decay. Its "heart" appears as a dark orifice reminiscent of a bony nasal septum, but fleshed over, blushed Merlot red with tissue--appearing almost reproductive. The entity holds at its base another iteration of that same shape, but not as an orifice or void--more akin to polished, mounted stone. Symbolically this creates a dualism along the vertical line of the body. The head of this creature blends visual properties: sperm-like translucent orange seeds, dendritic pith, and citrus flesh. It summarily results in a radial mandala characteristic of various enlightenment traditions--enhanced by its own independent illumination. Its "brain" exists as the fruit of the body. Weaving through grape leaves and taking on the quality of plant tendrils, this Dionysus holds two long cylinders. The objects are distilled representations of the color palette of the painting itself, while also being reminiscent of the color striping of 80's boys' and men's white socks. As compositional tools, they contrast against the dense organic nature of the foreground and build a bridge into the background, where we notice sand and a falling beach fence flowing into the distance.
Here, Dionysus is framed by fruitfulness despite some morbidity and darkness. He sets within an ambrosia nearing the edge of fermentation--the chrysalis for wine.
A young figure caught in a moment of distraction, aware only ephemerally of his unconscious being, as it engages in psychological and psychedelic layer spaces. His right arm casually cradles a moray eel; the figure is comfortable but not truly aware of the potentials for danger in such negligence. His shirt reads "Bello" in Pokemon style font, harkening back to a childhood straddling the millennial threshold. To his right side, out of the unconscious deep, shrouded alien heads propagate as a fractal totem, each new iteration a more sophisticated rendering of emotional masking over the cold mystery of the greys.