A tribute to one of my filmmaking heros, the late Scott Bartlett.
Abstracta fragmenta seen thru a kaleidoscopic eye.
A world in autumn; a requiem for lands not yet departed.
Arctic as metaphor for body out of balance. Fissures emerge. Mass transforms. The sea falls into itself.
A meditation upon the seasonal flow of creeks and rivers in Central Texas, rendered in paint and pixels.
A journey through an imagined inner cosmos, exploring the subterranean, terrestrial and celestial realms.
The detritus of our data as waking dream. The text of our transmissions. The invisible made visible.
A companion piece to “Cancer”
Memories of my father.
A sunny late autumn day. Sun and shadows dance with water in a California wonderland.
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