washingMachineAnger11_BUMP_edit1 (2024) Digital painting

Iterations of a Digital Womb (2024)
Digital painting

godIsABullet9 with tongue (2024)
Digital painting

The creature around my heart 3 (2024)
Digital painting

we move from THICK to SLOPPY. we condense, congeal and mould. how could we have ever thought it would be otherwise? we enter the time of the wet. the Earthy. where digital becomes soft, slipping through the cracks of the reality we clutch so tightly. so tightly it seethes out of our chubby hands like slime. it slips from our tongues, smooches down our cheeks and dribbles from our chins. into the laps of the oppressed. maybe this is what THICK SPACE is, not a network of entities, but the porridge that spills from our children’s mouths. the snot that gets stuck in our beards. the dirt under our fingernails. the blood blister you cant help but scratch open. gooey eyelashes block our view. a gossamer film coats itself over our retinas. we allow ourselves to drift into a blinding ignorance, rapidly drifting off course into the talons of the tormentors.

the networks must combine. and by combine I mean entangle, compress, expand, explode. energy is at the door. the door to the stable. the door to the stable at the end of the road. the end of the road where the world was born.
what does it mean?
what is happening?
i
dont

know.

have we solved anything?
maybe.