The Hunter’s Mask

Posted by on Nov 15, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
The Hunter’s Mask

Cernunnos’ mask is adorned with 2 magpie feathers, one from the wing and one from the tail. To Cernunnos this represents what has been and what is yet to come but not in the sense of time, in the sense of people. Cernunnos was painted in Tilt Brush, rigged in 3ds Max and is animated […]

Ida Watches

Posted by on Oct 10, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
Ida Watches

Ida clutches her baby. She bounces rythmically at just the right speed to lul her to sleep. Her mind is elsewhere. But her senses become aware of a presence. Something or someone close to her but she can’t see anything. Perhaps it’s the subtle sound your breath makes as it passes over the tiny hairs […]

Cernunnos

Posted by on Mar 20, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
Cernunnos

January 19, 2039.  Blackwell House DEAR MISS FRANCO, He was the first to pass through this place. The place I am sat right now. As far as I can make out, his lineage had been travelling northward over generations and he was the first of his kind to go beyond the river. He first came here […]

A Distorted Existence

Posted by on Feb 13, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
A Distorted Existence

Some lighting and shader experiments for Fractal Flight. I’m not sure this is the right look and feel, but the distortion of the figure on the right is interesting. It feels like she’s trapped between realities.

The Fear in Feather

Posted by on Feb 9, 2019 in Fractal Flight, Sketchbook | No Comments
The Fear in Feather

“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” ― Aesop

The Flipbook of Eternity

Posted by on Feb 6, 2019 in Fractal Flight, Sketchbook | No Comments
The Flipbook of Eternity

He drives his spade deep into the dirt where he is to bury his father. His thoughts stretch back through the ages. How many have burried the hand that once fed them. His teeth gritted, his hands rough and without feeling grip the net. He hauls the net from the ocean. It’s the first time […]

A Phantasm of Motion

Posted by on Jan 23, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
A Phantasm of Motion

“As a body leaves a phantasm of it’s magnitude in the mind, so also a moved body leaves a phantasm of its motion, namely, an idea of that body passing out of one space into another by continual succession” Thomas Hobbes I’m experimenting with Oculus Medium as a sculpting tool for creation of characters in […]

Current Configuration

Posted by on Jan 16, 2019 in Fractal Flight, Thoughts | No Comments
Current Configuration

October 10, 1918.  Blackwell Hospital for Criminal Insane DEAR MISS FRANCO, I’ve been thinking about time again recently. Thinking slightly differently. A seed of a thought has germinated and I can’t shake it. Every time I or anyone else mentions anything about the future or past, which is more often than I realised, this thought […]

Decimation

Posted by on Jan 3, 2019 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
Decimation

Decimation of memory. The gaps that form.

Waiting to Become Relevant

Posted by on Nov 28, 2018 in Fractal Flight | No Comments
Waiting to Become Relevant

I open up my blog and find a post I never published. The date is exactly 1 year ago today. I often leave posts in draft because I can’t think of the words to describe what the post is about. But when I’ve spent a year looking into existentialism, time travel and the cycles of […]