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Ignaz Semmelweis
There was a kick into your ribs and the crack of those bones was an echo from memory, breaking open rib cages performing autopsies for knowledge gained-you recall as you spit up your vivid red blood the learned and the wise who challenged your discovery and denied reality. Your sickness is default stress from…
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Gettysburg, 11/19/1863
The ground still had that smell like a butcher shop that was left bloody in the summer and remained unclean to freeze in the winter. Here staged on this acreage was a performance between participants belonging to the same continental genotype- language the same, culture very different. Clad in blue and gray costumes, smoke…
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сердцебиение/Heartbeat
Illustration of my story Heartbeat.
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Three Sisters
These are some profile drawings I did of the three German ocean liners ceded to the Allies after World War I- SS Leviathan, RMS Majestic and the RMS Berengaria. They’re done to the same scale, though I did take artistic liberties with the details (remember, I’m not a naval architect). When its all said and…
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The Power of Gravity
Gravity directed and written by Alfonso Cuarón, is one of the most intense motion pictures that I have ever seen. The overwhelming engineering that went into creating this technologically stunning work echoes and enhances the thing that it has set out to emulate; the intricate and ultimately fragile Erector sets that man has placed into the heavens.…
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Container Home
I designed this concept for a low-cost container home built out of four individual 60 foot shipping containers for a friend of mine here in the Pacific Northwest. The structure is designed to take advantage of the local environment and I focused on incorporating reclaimed materials such as wood siding/plastic sheeting. I also made use…
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Titan
Deep in the bosom of the night he trudged on accompanied only by the sound of staccato static weeping in his ears. Long ago his helmet light went out- plunging him into bewildering darkness he was tempted to contact the outside world to seek out what options he had to survive, if only the radio…
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The Name of the Band
You can’t imagine what it was like then: the girls screaming their heads off, the boys throwing the girls out of the way to get a closer look at how our hands formed the chords. Sweat pouring off of all of our faces, the beat and the heat combining powerfully to change the chemistry of…
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Future Shock
Finally finished a large-scale pen and ink showing some kind of future street scene.
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Undermine the System
There is a cell painted charcoal gray where on an industrial mattress, plasticized and devoid of comforting characteristics, lies a man of slight build. He lives but does not live. His whole world is in this concrete shell- he showers, he eats, he shits and he sleeps. His thoughts are different from the other prisoners.…
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Ablaze
There is a smell in old paper that causes a sensory echo once inhaled, slinging minds backwards in time to drift down the Nile past limestone pyramids baking in hot, dry sunlight; where papyrus grows and the laughter of deep tanned children rings out over the distant shallow whipping of slaves hauling stones for a…
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Lives of the Red Suns: Coda
Through the void, in silence radio light streams in defiance, to the lack of listeners nearby. In and out of hydrogen clouds losing bits of the data shroud, the answers the Big Ones searched finally coming to receivers perched. Bowls caved, the structures compromised their metal frames heavily oxidized. Around them lie the cities…
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Lives of the Red Suns V
The Big Ones found a way to create tiny suns of their own, pocketing fusion into buildings all along the coast, pumping excess heat into the seas. Celebrations abounding over the endless energy allowing them to create a new world. They harvested protein from vats, they built enormous radio antennae to see the universe in…
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Lives of the Red Suns IV
The Big Ones spoke about the things they had learned and understood, about how the Red Sun was a massive ball of hydrogen, how its heat and light drove the currents in the sea and stirred the clouds in the sky. They learned about and named the elements and broke them down into atoms and…
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Michelangelo
“The promises of this world are, for the most part, vain phantoms; and to confide in one’s self, and become something of worth and value is the best and safest course.” -Michelangelo Buonarroti I finished this pen and ink portrait of Michelangelo recently. I was tempted to continue filling in all of the details of…
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Lives of the Red Suns III
“What care the creatures under the Red Sun for the unknowns out there?” -the aged philosopher Until there were some that asked questions of the sand on the sea shore, or observed the stretched membranes of flying beasts- Who ground transparent glass and saw far over the seas the trading rafts bringing in their…
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Lives of the Red Suns II
Self-awareness under the red sky at dawn. Amongst themselves they are the dominant form of life here. How would any other being come close to their intelligence, their beauty and cunning nature? The sky gave birth to these philosophers and artists, these writers and builders. Only them, around the Red Sun, in this unchanging universe.…
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All Things Must Pass
This is a remix of the Beatles demo of “All Things Must Pass” recorded during the early part of 1969 for the Get Back/Let it Be album. George Harrison was very proud of the song (as shown in his post Beatles solo album of the same title) and had a hard time getting the others…
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Lives of the Red Suns
PART ONE 60 Billion worlds fed under regal red giants. The dull red glow intolerable to adapted eyes, like stoked fires burning white. The phototropic life evolved here to accept the light and nourish and flourish within its biome. There are some small self replicating creatures in the ‘underbrush,’ they have a need of…
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