Where there was once a space that distanced us, there is understanding and acceptance. You and I, we're not so different after all.

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Death is an angel with two faces:
To us he turns
A face of terror, blighting all things fair;
The other burns
With glory of the stars, and love is there.

-Theodore Chickering Williams

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Poor R.A.I.
He's all tangled up.

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A gift for my mother-in-law.

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noun: 1. the technical name for mother-of-pearl

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Go drunk, Mandelbrot, you're home!
A fractal for the New Year!

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One from the Robot Junkyard Series

One of a pair in an ongoing series of tiny environmental statements in which living organisms learn to mutate and evolve in a future world of concrete jungles, toxic waste, weather change, and careless humans.
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Sold at DAMNED VIII
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4x4" polymer flower in a 9x9" custom frame

Chaotica Fractal

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Polymer clay - no paint - in a 5x5" custom frame

Apophysis Fractal

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Rendered in Chaotica

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One from the Robot Junkyard Series

8x10 - handmade paper, modeling paste, acrylic paint and glaze on wooden frame with stand

Factoid: Hermann Rorschach (Rorschach/Inkblot Test) died at the age of 37 due to appendicitis, leaving his wife Olga and two small children. His father was an art teacher and Hermann loved to paint.

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... where they grow - one in the Robot Junkyard Series

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A gift for my daughters.

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I had an eye exam. And I read that quote Stephen Hawking made about the borders of black holes and that reminded me of the Coastline Paradox, which then caused me to open up an old seed from the Escher's Infinite Circle series. If you recall, the center starts out large and each iteration outward becomes smaller and smaller until finally, the circle boundary appears to be a line... actually, it's the pattern going out into all directions infinitely. How mind-blowing-ly beautiful is that?

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I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

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Butterflies affecting effects effectively.

An old-school collage using 14 different fractals.

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Chaotica Fractal

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... because we love cheap shit.

A bit of a play on words with the actual medium and in reference to the tiny dead branches of this tree bearing plastic ornaments while entangled in plastic six-pack rings. One in an ongoing series of tiny environmental statements in which living organisms learn to mutate and evolve in a future world of concrete jungles, toxic waste, weather change, and careless humans.

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Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a transitory bubble. No time to talk.

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Sold at INK Show 2015 in Detroit

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A little thing I made out of scrap cane and bits of leftover clay from other projects. About 2.5 inches in diameter. Sold at Small Wonders in Detroit.

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One in a series of tiny environmental statements.

Here we have two scenes, the bird with her adopted "found" baby (removable) and a birds-eye-view of the nest scene. She is a collector of shiny and strange objects, like razor blades, nails, and rubber belts. She's easily confused and distracted, one might even say she's a bit of a bird-brain. Perhaps it has something to do with the toxic air she breathes. I hope she hears the cries of her real babies before it's too late for them. But she's a bad mom, so I wouldn't count on it.

A reflection of our own poor stewardship, (smoke stacks on the horizon) as well as our own human psychoses and misplaced priorities.

Polymer clay and mixed media
Aprox. 5x7 on a 3x4 easel frame.

One in a series of tiny environmental statements.

Not your ordinary psychedelic-radiation-spill-in-a-caterpillar's-garden scene.
For a scene that is so delicately tiny, there are a surprising number of hidden creepy-crawly delights.

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Polymer clay over 2x2" canvas - no paint
About 2 inches tall

This piece deals with losing my faith in the dogmatic, fundamental, sometimes radical views of the religion I was brought up in and finding that inner-strength inside me - guiding me - is my own conscience.

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Play with the parameters!