Astroverted (paintings 2005)
Back then I was so introverted, it was far out. You could say I was astroverted. Documenting deep internal starlit journeys of sensation. A sensational internal journalist with a paintbrush.
A Mating Ritual of Clouds
The Mating Ritual of Clouds I once knew a cloud— which is to say, I didn't really know her, but I once met a cloud who bared to me her cathedral soul. Through a Fibonacci webbing cast between she and I like a net for realing in I watched her willed to grow as she was pulled apart to reveal that she was not just One but Many clouds wonderfully woven as One! But I tried to show off to my friend who was present on the earthly planes— to whom my infatuation with this divine mural was but a travesty— and I said that I could make the cloud move in a spiral— or better yet— I could make it move to the upper right with my mind to which she, through the sunflower face filigree, was connected. And as I said it, of course, the cloud rebelled to the lower left. Just because we had a connection was no reason for me to manipulate her to my whims, she seemed to say—using her like a common circus cloud— a clown cloud— to perform tricks for mortal onlookers. I felt ashamed. She was right of course. I had gotten cocky. I felt I had betrayed that beautiful cloud, who spread for me her fiber. But it was okay, she said— I didn't know better.
No we do not proceed moth-minded into the flames with thoughts aflutter instead we choose to map the light in shades of self and other
The Ascendance of Deininger
Across the Quantum Foam
Two dreamers venture across the quantum foam to meet up somewhere in the astral projects