"I am and I do"

I create fantastical landscapes and strange juxtapositions; hoping to stimulate the imagination of the viewer and to provide a momentary, sideways glance at the Collective Unconscious (and the strange things that inhabit It).

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Thursday 13 October 2011

Sting the Hand that Feeds



In an expanse of muddy ground, there is a lonely tree. The tree has grown around something that resembles a living teapot. The living teapot is a type of observation-machine. It cannot be touched, as it is produces a highly toxin poison. The poison is only harmful to any form of life that perceives reality as (3 dimensions + time). The teapot produces liquid music.

There is a man in a bowler hat standing under the tree. He has no eyes, and he cannot hear. He can only feel the vibrations from the teapot.

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