TWO SUMMERS AGO I SIGNED MY SON UP FOR A TWO WEEK GO-CART BUILDING SUMMER PROGRAM OFFERD BY OPEN SOURCE GALLERY LOCATED IN SOUTH PARK SLOPE BROOKLYN.
IT WAS AN AMAZING EXPERIENCE FOR ME TO SEE THE ENERGY AND ENTHUSIASUM DEVOTE TO THE ART AND CRAFT OF TURNING SCRAPS OF WOOD AND WHEELS INTO AMAZING ROLLING FANTASIES.
AS AND MOTION DESIGNER FOR THE VIDEO AND FILM MEDIA,
MY DAYS ARE SPENT WORKING ON MY DESKTOP MANIPULATING PIXELS
IMPERVIOUS TO THE NATURAL ORDER.
I SOMETIMES DRIFT OVER OUR PLANET IN A KIND OF NEAR SIGHTED MYOPIA,
PREOCCUPIED BY SIGNAL BARS, PLASTIC BERRIES AND Mi PODS, WORRING
IF I’VE ACHIEVED THE PROPER AMOUNT OF CASUAL NARSISIM ON
THE CROWD SOURCE CHECK OUT LINE.
LESS AND LESS I FIND MYSELF ABLE TO POWER DOWN AND OBSERVE THE
NATURAL WORLD. A WORLD WHICH IRONICALY IS THE ROOT OF MOST OF MY
COMPUTER’S TERMINOLOGY.
NO MATTER THE WWW.CONTRIVANCE WE ARE DEEPLY LINKED TO A VAST
BOTANIC EROS. BEHOLD THE PRODUCT OF MOTHER NATURE'S SPACE.
I’M RE-ANNIMATED BY THE PODS OF THE REAL TIME NATURAL NETWORK’S GRAND DISPLAY
OF PERFECT IMPERFECTNESS PARALLEL TO OUR OWN DYNAMIC FRAILETY.
WORSHIP NATURES SOILIENT GIFTS .
NURTURE NATURE.
Forever fixed in plastic, emulsion and numbers lies a human impulse,
merged in the alchemy of optics and emotion.
An inspired subconscious attraction to a momentary
glimpse, short of a dream stirs our visual amnesia.
Waxing strangely familiar,
it gives us pause to consider the time
and light of life's tender endeavor.
