This is a very hard work to verbally describe but here goes: It's a Digital Hybrid work from a queue of previous works; some physical (analog) some digital (ethereal) and some fluid. I'm not even going there on fluid, but it's a method I use that stems from one of my processes—retting. This is essentially a duotone composition, tans and grays. A key figure, small and pushed back into the composition is standing with back to us, head turned to look a the viewer. 82 layers were recorded in the process of making this piece, in all three modes mentioned above. The myth is the public domain and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of the society, you are in good accord with your group. If it isn’t, you’ve got a long adventure in the dark forest ahead of you. If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s. Myth must be kept alive. The people who can keep it alive are the artists of one kind or another. The function of the artist is the mythologization of the environment and the world. If you want to change the world, you have to change the metaphor." ≈ Joseph Campbell "Far from day, far from night, Out of time, out of sight, In between earth and sea, We shall fly; follow me. Dry the rain, warm the snow; Where the winds never go Follow me, follow me, follow me To a cave by a sapphire shore Where we'll walk through an emerald door, And for thousands of breathless evermores my life you shall be. Only you, only I, World farewell, world goodbye. To our home 'neath the sea We shall fly; follow me. Follow me, follow me, follow me." ≈ Nimue to Merlin, from Camelot. Lerner & Lowe, 1966

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A shadowform of a large black crow flies across a surreal landscape of old photographs, a woman in a flapper dress, circa 1927 holding a chicken; two young men standing in front of a brand new 1950 Studebaker, trees and bathers in a South Carolina lake in the late 1940's. The colors are all golden tans, ocher tans, dark walnut browns, and light oranges. The tone of the artwork, a collage, is somber. We are no longer in the age of our innocence, but that of depradation. "You walk and talk and move around in circles Your friends telling you you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered membranes of your mind If I could talk to you for just one minute Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why Your old man's headed for the final pay-off The joker that you got is fading too And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off Are gonna tear the flesh right off you The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys Trying, trying to compete And all at once the room begins to thunder And all that's left is the stain on the sheet The prostitute is standing on the corner Suffering so much pain to stay alive She's so real, that life itself bows down before her She couldn't make that nine to five While the president is crying, crying in the White House The prime minister's really got the blues All the heads of state are busy playing cat & mouse 'Cause you can see none of them have ever paid their dues God knows why, why, why..." ≈ Jim Capaldi & Steve Winwood, from Traffic (1974)

1️⃣"You walk and talk and move around in circles
Your friends telling you you are doing fine"
≈ Jim Capaldi & Steve Winwood

🔥⌛🧮 "As the crow flies through Time's needles" from #HybridWorks #DigitalCompositeBuild #DigitalCollage

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