I find the natural order of the world my blank canvas. It simply is and it feeds into me and I produce an output back into the world.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Aleatoric form is an expression from the thread that ties all together, the everlasting now. For cognitive chance this expression flows through us like conduits, opening a new orifice of the holy cow, a gateway transference from the heavens to the senses or the regurgitation of the sum of now in the language of shapes and forms.