Curated

When I become a peg and you wrap a string around me, prepare to be surprised and delighted. To me some of the surprise and delight found in abstract works come from what we see in the pieces. Ringers is a simple concept: put some pegs on a grid and wrap a string around them. And yet so many interesting things come out of this. I’m reminded of: rockets blasting upwards in a variety of atmospheric conditions (#909, #889), a house with a basement and chimney (#906), a Corgi butt (#463), a hand pinching a ball (#943), Baby Groot popping up from behind a building (#982), a rabbit (#992), an octopus (#950, #878), a goose (#879), a wizard hat (#868), a mushroom (#863), and a snake head (#858)....

It’s amazing how different we perceive scenes with different lighting. Different colors emerge. The shapes stay the same, but as the light changes, the entire scene changes with it. Imagine a tiny cloud over each square, filtering the light as the clouds appear and re-appear in random fashion over each grid. Can you see it? Have you ever laid underneath a tree, eyes closed, with the swaying leaves in the wind filtering the light of the sun?...

I feel like these are representations of visuals one might experience in a psychdelic trip. And I have so many questions. Can the world be broken down with math? Is the reality humans experience merely a magical illusion? And if so, how is this illusion represented mathematically? Is this project a representation of the inner-workings of reality? Like hidden machinery running the show? And if so, what would a representation of the reality of humans look like?...

My (Nim) Buddy and me. There’s something about all the wires directly hooked up to these NimBuds that leave me a little uncomfortable. Like, what’s really going on here? Obviously, they are being controlled. Are we all being controlled and don’t realize it? How much free will do we really have? Me? Not so much. The only thing I can do is endlessly sway back and forth in this foreign sea....

You remind me of something, I just can’t think of what it is. – R. Kelly Oh, I think R. Kelly was cancelled. Let’s begin again: Deep space, do you copy? Rotating endlessly. Endlessly floating. This is familiar. You think you’re grounded? Maybe you are. It’s a matter of perspective, isn’t it? The themes of Singularity resurface. There must be something to these generative art projects … or maybe the artists themselves....