If you’re familiar with Cardus, you’ll have come across an issue or two of Comment magazine, which in its Winter 2014 incarnation features my work, Burning Bush on the front cover.
What happens when you hang your world on imagination? This past summer, Phil, Rob, Julia and I got busy at Silver Lake (near Kincardine, Ontario) in an effort to orchestrate discovery. With so many eager hands and bright minds around, we couldn’t help but be optimistic. Was this the stellar stewardship of truncated icosahedra? Or simply the beauty of an organic solar system? Whatever it was, the next generation of terraforming urban planners appear to have it confidently together.
With Oreo having triggered a lovely ruckus earlier this week, I note – tongue emphatically implanted in jowl – that colourful commitments should not really be foreign to fundies.
Onomatopoeic stroke of adversity sprung from a brush loaded with layers and layers and seasons of painted brightness, numerous vehicular numerals, suddenly torn from their nestled velocities suddenly (tragically) set on a trajectory towards a terminus of jeering concrete!
Colours do not fade but rather are obstructed by blocked inkjet nozzles, killed by camera sensor dust, muted by tone curves, amped by ambition.
I’ve been working with Tom Smith at SML Solutions to produce my digital tapestries in a new display format.
oh conniving incubator direct your brooding righteous anger to devise an assassination plot for greed See Also: Zoomable Hatch