Grey Days III: The Tower Grows Again

It seeks only its own expansion.

The tower of ego knows no limit, no retraction, no restraint.

Yet in the end, it will always fall.

Midpoint: The Festival of Orgone

This is the last time I'll blurb for the Festival of Orgone at Trail of Breadcrumbs.  I wanted to show you some of the art you've been missing if you haven't dropped by to investigate yet. I'm at the halfway point of my investigations into Wilhelm Reich and Orgone energy with only one more week to go.  Drop by and check out the Orgone goodness!

{All Pieces - Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}

From the Archives: Moon Cocoon

An exploration of Sharpies and Prismacolor pencils.  I forget my actual motivation at the time I did this piece, but I remember thinking it strange even as I was drawing it.  Usually the moon lends itself towards cooler colors, but here the solar set of analogous colors appears.  An ambiguity of questions pervade the piece..flame or gauze wrapping?  Moth?  Mummified person or Homunculus?  An odd piece all around.

Grey Days II: It Rises

A beast revealed, unburdens its deceit.
It climbs from the grave of earth,
revealed in horrible glory.