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Below all layers, below even the deepest barriers we use to keep us from ourselves, life keeps pulsing, keeps living, keeps singing; oblivious to our needless complications.
Power doesn’t have to be violent; it can be soft and gentle. It doesn’t have to be about domination; it can be about respect – for yourself and others. Tap into that source of inner power. Stripped of false associations, it is a beautiful thing to behold.
Do we need complexity to create beauty? I think not. The most amazing shapes emerge from the simplest of patterns. I wonder why we have a tendency to hang onto complexity as if it had value in itself? It takes a conscious effort to move in the opposite direction; back to the roots of beauty, to a seed of simplicity carried by the wind.
A simple, yet powerful expression of neverending movement. As I look at this pattern, I feel an urge to let go, to lose myself in it and its twists and turns.
An old friend has come to visit again… but this time, he speaks of power instead of beauty. Stronger, a bit darker, with an almost overwhelming presence; challenging me to do more. I hear the sound of his wings as he sweeps by, inviting me to take flight.
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Giving a name to this one was pretty hard. I couldn’t resist rendering a larger version, so go ahead and click on the image to see everything in more detail.
This is a good description of my life right now. So much going on behind the scenes, so many options to explore, it overwhelms me sometimes.
My love for fractals hasn’t diminished in any way. In fact, I’m busily working on my own fractal editor, which is such an absorbing undertaking at times that I forget the reason I arrived at this point in the first place is that I’m an artist.
A strange paradox to be living in, but somehow appropriate when you consider the medium I’m working in.
Through the night we rise, almost touching the brightest stars. There is truly nothing out of our reach.
Realizing you have just passed a critical threshold, taken that one step that brings you to a whole new level – it’s one of the most amazing feelings, ever.
Whenever I come close to the point of thinking that I’m finally starting to grasp everything there is to know about fractal flames, I promptly find myself at the doorstep to the next room full of mysteries. The discovery of this amazing artform brings me joy every day.
Now that this particular phase of learning is coming to a close, I feel an itch do something more, a gentle pull in my hands. It’s far to soon to articulate it in words – we’ll just have to see what comes streaming out of my fingertips next.
I have no idea what this image is about. It projects a certain posture of dignity and settled strenght, but I can’t seem to define it exactly. What do you see when you look at this image?
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