When Maurits met Waclaw

The impossible orthogonalities of Escher in a Sierpinski framework. Or is it the other way around?

My midnight garden

On certain nights of the year, if I enter the walled garden not by the main entrance, but by a low door in the far wall, concealed so as not to be visible to passersby, I find something other, a place of temporary enchantment, where is-ness is no longer singular but multifarious: flowers smile, and are mute elves in ekstasis, with patterns that are insect forms seeking nectar. Banana-moustachioed Santa Claus dogs grin beneath watchful benign single eyes, all the while the boomerangs holding sway.

Words courtesy of a particularly extensive mojito, the first of the season.

Water lillies

An homage to Claude Monet.

A moment of intense revelation

A sudden download, in toybox colours, of the infinite beauty and interconnectedness of all there is.

Graphing Time's passage

The interlocking of moments and aeons.

Shipwreck

Waves, spume, stormbirds, caught in the lurid tones of an underlit hurricane.

2020

A dark vision of the future.

Starry night

How the night sky SHOULD look.

Pouring gold

Liquid abstract.

Psychedelic proscenium

The stage of unfettered consciousness awaits the performance.

Urban scene

Impressions vary with proximity.

Fissure

Blurring the distinction between land and sky.

Painted Apo egg

A seasonal offering.

An evening of psychedelic trance

Feel the beat and see the colours dance as the surrounding space breathes and flimmers to the rhythm.

Fractal noughts and crosses

Someone had to do it! I'm sure I could produce a 'purer' version, but I felt the chunky crackle framework lends a luxury element to the game.

a slice of this

Single Apophyisis flame; two single-variation transforms; no blur variations. I'm loving the natural chromatic blur :D