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Eureka
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Experimental Processes
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THE PHANTOM WEDDING
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Ulterior Landscapes
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The Tinkering Machine
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A fire in the city diverts the passage of stars. Bathing is the only solution to increasing the sense of light. Reality is the faded area of reconnaissance, in that moment where the silk merchants offer their bodies out of darkness, out of the lost incantations and alchemical symbols, when fire was shaped by internal obsessions, and two-headed eggs that chase the two-headed King through the labyrinth of complicity.
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The Mirror of the Phoenix
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In her eyes, mirror of the phoenix, mirror of the art that is not without peril, the double night and the secret doors of the planets, and the central perceptive system of the orchid grower's trembling fingers around your neck through the softness of the fur, to enchant the world around you. What had never spoken, nor made sounds, now sings... bewitching the elements in her image.
The hourglass is filled with the slender and delicious water of night. The shadows of hunger are shimmering. You are pursued by a dream that touches the source of your whispering, and when you stop for a moment to breathe, cast a reflection and disrobe, the landscape offers you a message of precocious selenium and distillation, and fills in the empty spaces with its analogies of vitreous powder and aroused whispering.
It is camouflage in nature, and delirious invention in the mind that keeps the field of stars and the raging fires intermingling in the fabric of your own glimpse and your own shipwreck, and makes everything brighter, more lucid and more unique, and finally, at the end of an image in time, makes your hunger darker and more real––It is that illusion that matters most...
Splendor Solis
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This image was made expressly for Adam McLean's Splendor Solis Project, of the 8th image in the 16th century alchemical manuscript. Unlike the majority of my work, this image was directed by a seemingly obvious result - that is, for a specific reason and goal assigned before working on it. It is based primarily on the original Splendor Solis image...
The alchemical manuscript itself brings into play a wealth of information from many other sources, to illuminate the processes of alchemy, in the form of quotations. My image follows that process by distilling aspects and forms from other images that preceeded it (in this case, my own.) Thus, this image presents an interesting analogy, and exists as a kind of mirror...
Distillations and Conjunctions
In phantom dimensions there are no rules less forbidding than the revenge of presence, and no lingering doubts analogous to the most sinister of solutions, sister-bathing, and the owl-table following you... Her luminous towel glows in the dark, her eyelashes exceed the boundaries of silence, and the plumes deface your hesitations. Her eyes move with soft threads, and her footprints summon you with embers.
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To see is to mesmerize the sense of believing that there is more to be seen than meets the shape of it, more to the fingers that touch what isn’t there, more to taste and devour that slips pagan with light between your grasp. A tree of sight with seeing leaves, as luminous as the body relieved of its memory, unraveled by its tedious ancestors, or without sleep, its eggs spinning in the doorway. The bright air is bleeding slowly, like burning film when the dream interrupts a backward glance...
Revisions
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A Theory of Magical Proportions
Is it so far-fetched to consider mathematical computations made simultaneaously in different dimensions, from the viewpoint of the psyche's adaptation to the eccentricities particular to each dimension? Could one bathe in the fierce glow of a three dimensional solution? Reality stripped of its skin, exposing the dark roots of consciousness... Perhaps, or possibly, approaching the singularity of discovery, where fluid and spine-tingling motors are spinning out the thread of night and day, or the illusion of consciousness...
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In phantom dimensions there are no rules less forbidding than the revenge of presence, and no lingering doubts analogous to the most sinister of solutions, sister-bathing, and lunar seedlings implanted in the mercury of perception.
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The self-portrait, as a reflection of the interplay between nearness and distance, should always include the presence and absence of all the others that have appeared to haunt the one who poses –– and in the process emits the landscape that multiplies outward in every direction. The secret of a self-portrait, if it is to achieve as much transparency as possible, is in being able to see what is not there when you look directly at it. It is an analogy for the particle/wave phenomena: it is one thing when you look at it, and quite another when you are not looking at it. So, can one be certain that this is a self-portrait?
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Where the Cabal of Fabled Weavers in the city of Solanace, not far from the executions of mystery, have laid out their sinister and virgin oils like parchments of stuttering, or miraculous weapons knocking you off balance and unawares, for the surprising throes of a sibylline constellation, and the slingshot effect of instantaneous disfiguration. The scent bleeds for you, and adores your series of poses. Her voice moves you to another place. You catch the scent of her eyes, and the color makes you hear the analogies of others in reverie....
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“It is not often I break the silence of a dream, with words, but only with knives that make for a more subtle brilliance of execution – sublime in love, wrought in the iron of a glance that goes on forever, and blossoming in the shipwreck of a sudden torch that attracts the moon with fatal touches… Pardon me, but I have forgotten what you asked. I am seldom at home anymore. I dance with the wind. The sphinx knows my name…”
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The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill. -Robert Anton Wilson |
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The Society of Mystery 40" x 57" |
The Priestess 40" x 57" |
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Mirror of The Moth |
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The Evening Object Caught On Film |
Guardians of the Wedding Night |
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13" x 17" |
The Tenderness of Thieves... 2007 |
"They had gathered, these victims of transparency, one last time, and knew that not even death, that most abundant of fictions, would be strong enough to keep them apart. The photograph was staged, down to the minutest details, with nothing out of place or wanting for anything less..."
The Paris Collaboration - 2007
Unforgetable Devices |
The Art of Navigation |
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The Real and the Imaginary 2007
The double image, the double mirror, the reflection viewed from two angles, the interior and the exterior. As Bohm infers, the tangible reality of everyday life is an illusion, like a holographic image. Underlying is a deeper order of existence, a primary level that gives substance to all of the objects and appearances of the physical world. The deeper level of reality, the implicate (or enfolded) and the explicate, or unfolded order.
The dream that is not a dream...
The Clamor of Light and Darkness 2006
