Paralleled microcosms of the fantastic

Joy Feasley, Hiking

Caspar David Friedrich, Chalk Cliffs on Rugen

I've really become infatuated with Joy Feasley. Her nostalgic, but foreign landscapes setup a dichotomy in my mind between what is familiar and what I have yet to discover. Her painting Hiking was troubling me for a long time, but I've now become satisfied with the piece. I believe it quotes Caspar David Friedrich's Chalk Cliffs on Rugen, yet instead of being parried from the cliffs with a downward perspective, the viewer looks completely outward. The excitement of nearly falling from curiosity into tumultuous spires is replaced by a longing to move nearer, to touch the great color wheel of the sky. There is of course the obvious comfort of graceful foothills rather than dangerously steep pyramids, but the same personal encounter with sudden and awe-inspiring exploration is present.

Somewhat Accomplished

I am an official webmaster. surfing through the world of cyberspace like BOB on reboot (remember the future?)

I put a song on the radio

can't get the sounds out of my head

rewind | fastforward

kill all idols

THE MIRROR ALARUM!

Dreams which are misconstrued as childish reality do not contribute much to a plot (especially for their lack of continuity and containment of quite enigmatic events) but they sure do an impeccable job of inspiring me to fall into a slumber ASAP.

PS. atmospheric entangled giants can only further emphasize my need for a nap.

Dusk in the Fish brings out DARK-ER-NESS

Minus Mesopotamia

Seeking Semiramis:

A modern day, and much more quaint version of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?

It's nice to yearn for an ancient world that lacks immediate attention to the Greeks. Hooray 4 Nebuchadnezzar!