The Froot Project

Projecting fruit? Julian and lazysusan ameliorated by radial blur.

Full view essential.

Volution

e-, de-, re-, con-, in-? No, just a crowd of Julians crammed into stained glass framework :D

The Contemplation Engine

When maintenance of the divine equilibrium is threatened by the chafing bonds of humdrum existence, a visit to the Contemplation Engine can sever the iron fetters like butter and restore gentle Chaos to the throne in the midst of human ordure ;)

Let's dance

"Put on your red shoes and dance the blues..."

PDJ, linear and radial blur locked in tripartite ecstasy. Full view essential for the swirlies.

The formal garden

Well-manicured lawns, flowerbeds and shrubs, yet harbouring a residual feeling that all is not quite what it seems... "Alice, where ARE you? It's time for tea..." ;)

Some enchanted forest

More experimentation with flipped disc. Careful you don't get lost!

Psychedelic party lounge

'Twas a dA thing :D

Ayahuasca nights

By rights, the 'Julia's wedge remix'.

Simply had to go for the hallucinogen hat-trick :D

Psychedelic diptych

Left panel: Lava lamp mushroom-devils
Right panel: Tryptamine dreams

Another in the natrual diptych series, suspiciously following 'Shroom world' ;-) The style is actually a variant on the 'Flipped disc', created by treating the two offset transforms differently and applying a polar FX.

Frame in PhotoFiltre, dividing line added in Paint.NET.

Related works:

Subcellular (diptych)
Undersea exploration (diptych)

Shroom world

For my 200th fractal submission to dA, I thought I'd offer something... appropriate ;) I dearly love mushrooms, whether organic chestnuts on toast for breakfast, stuffed fields, dried porcini in a risotto... the world is one's oyster :D

These, perhaps, resemble the shaggy parasol, and yet that hint of blue colouring may suggest something different... ;)

The long nave

The spectacular main room of the natural subterranean Rock Cathedral on Planet Apo - a Mecca for fractal geologists :D

Temple of the Ancients

It was now completely dark, but the light from the gibbous moon was just sufficient to complete the climb without recourse to artificial light. We'd be camped now, had it not been for Hendrick's sprained ankle... or my own insistence that we reach the plateau. Still, no use dwelling on what-ifs. The guides were confident that our object was somewhere off this next plateau, in this curious region of sharply-ridged peaks, tinged with blue-veined granite and deeply scored by passes and watercourses. We were here illegally, of course, knowing that the Chinese Government would never sanction such an expedition without full disclosure of its aims. And we must make the discovery without being hampered by any form of censorship. The trans-Himalayan trek had been amazing, but we were, as a group, beginning to tire, hence Hendrick's ankle.

Before we crested the ridge I stopped... and I knew: "We're here", I said, simply. And so we were. Instead of the great sweep of plateau expected, we emerged onto a kind of sub-level. To the left, nestled between natural peaks and the plateau proper, was a structure worn, but most definitely not fashioned, by Nature: the Temple of the Ancients, whose existence was merely a rumour among Westerners with an occult leaning, scorned by those of strictly scientific bent who argued that no traces of any civilisation preceding Egypt had ever been found in these parts. Well, now we would show them. I asked Temple, the synchronously-named research assistant, to unpack the Klieg and spend a little precious battery-power in celebrating this moment.

The satisfyingly resonant 'click' of the spot transformed the scene: the configuration of the temple complex now became apparent, a large central pyramid flanked by two subsidiaries enclosing a kind of ceremonial drive to the principal. In this wind-whipped and rarefied air, the markings seem to stand out preternaturally, great tablets of carved stone, badly weathered but still showing their form. The entire party thrilled with awe. Although we turned off the light and began setting up camp so as to get some rest before the next day's work, I knew that sleep wouldn't come this night...

Curves

My (first?) entry for this Minimalism Contest, open to a wide range of art styles.

Hellfire backdraft

Someone opened the gate when they shouldn't ;)

Full view essential for the selective focus effects.

This corrosion

Named after the Sisters of Mercy song, slyly panelled with Epispiral and daubed using red and white spliced into a wood-coloured gradient.