I, digital artist, monitoring images more un-solid than Einstein’s atom-stuffed chair.
A monkey with a predicate adjective, yet finding a space for the unbeautiful. A refrigeration specialist freezing light and time in unused spaces, secret clubhouse places.
Squishing pixels, interpreting digital entrails – success measured in dollars, the universal pigment.
Navigating by stars uncharted, drawn to scale by unknown psychic forces, finding a safe warm puka to stay. The puka and the un-puka explains everything. Almost. Except the path that leads to nowhere . . . good luck!
The Great Warrior, known for watching . . . a summer’s day in 1948.