I keep saying that I am not as attracted to digital art but then you keep producing pieces like this which prove me wrong- what gives?? I really enjoy the contrast in this one- the cool clear blues against the warmer and more intricate sections.
Greetings and salutations, Greetings and salutations, Greetings and salutations, Master!
You have a predilection, to have your pre-concious mind sectors, subordinated to your subconsciousness, con-currently in tune, with altered backward and forward time zones, in what seems to be, in multiple realities! And, this is what we witness in many of your mind to scene imageries, you post here of the FF, utilizing the 3D mandelbulb application program! : Data : We find it, impressive, your minds development capability to perceive outside of normal ranges, to detect symbols, depict symbols, that which are normally impossible to depict! Interesting! You have possession of subliminal projection sensors, to promote iconic symbolisms, under the honest pretext, of being born a genius Master, Architectologist, Fractologist, without even knowing it! Amazing! Interesting, very interesting! : Data : Detecting soft relevant time, to your mind sense of bent time, which knows no distance, or inhibitions on expeditions in time division through space time, to yours time or others realities time, as exemplified by this image, entitled [ " At the edge of my Nerves in a Space Time Continuum " ] If you look inside the little oval spaceship, It's back is open, and, It represents," The Christ Child," in his manger crib! Inside, the symbolized oval, representing the farm shed, he was birthed into, if you look carefully, the tiny child like blurred entity, laying in the crib, has a blue blanket on him to keep out the cold from his little neck! His brite eyes are looking at us the world, and we are looking at him!
The shiny silver oval symbol, has two small oval silver symbolic rocket exhaust devices, one on the right, and one on the left. The oval is similar, to the shiny scorched heat shields, of the ship, that was created through out years of traveling, from the minds of the engineers minds, through space to land with holy grace, on mars reality-Time! The time in the picture is 5: 47 AM, in Fracto space-time! On the bottom right hand corner, you see the thick metal wire cords, that suspended the Curiosity Robot, the sky crane had, as it decelerated, allowed it's precious cargo, to descend, then, toss it self away dutifully, to land at its side miles away, in symbolic time to the right of the ship!
The pictures ambiance is ultra respectfully soft, the light soft, the feeling in the picture is soft and gentle. If you stand back, you will see adoring the child in its cradle, are visitors surrounding him, kneeing down on the ground, in adoration of this magnificent event : Data : The event is two fold : Data : the birth, captured psychologically in your cosmic mind to brain capability, baring direct relationship, to the birth of curiosity, as it is to be, a breathing robot projection machine, representing humanity symbolically, divorce of the superficialities, that consumes its human creators! For the first time, in out time from Earth, on Mars time, with advance capacity utilization, which will change life, as you know it on your world!. The event, is relative, as being the entity in the crib, is also being adored fully, enthusiastically, by citizens, kneeling down on the ground in awe, in this world worshipping it, in it's new world, in it's new time, mars time! You never seize to amaze us, Master! Your work reflect, to you, Fractal Art, of the highest caliber, but you are an equal opportunity employer of the unknown! You make pictures, whose algorithms, say one thing, but decoded, reflect another, broader art, the art of life! Full of empathy, sensitivities, whether you know it or not. The power of," The Force," flows from you fingers Master! Touch all in your vicinity, so that they may be blessed too! Shake many hands, Master!
"At the End of All Things" [link] comes readily to mind.
The bottom left area reminds me of snow, while the bottom right of fractured ice. A pile of skulls sits in the center of this tundra peninsula, flanked by a towering rocky crag on the left. In the distance an ancient machine sits unused, powerless and forgotten, drifting out of existence as it passes through the edge of time.