Some years ago I was commissioned by a Technology Corporation to make a series of prints for some kind of hotel rooms or dormitories or co-work space, I can’t remember the exact wording, honestly. This was long enough ago that it didn’t feel like the tech companies were obviously going to damage the earth and us earth dwellers as much as it does now, and the money was good so why not, right? Anyway my pitch was inter-dimensional travel posters or cosmic souvenir prints, because that’s what was interesting to me at the time and it felt like a smooth and easy adjustment. My buddy Nat Swope printed them up, we both got paid, and who knows where these things are now. 12x18 inches. did they actually get put up? do people look at them and have any thoughts or impressions? Did I make motel art for the Death Star Guest Residencies? you never know with these things, really.
I forgot all about them. Then I found them, a stack in the dank recesses of my third flat file cabinet. Some of them are ideas I mess around with still. Could it be I found a theme in my own work? Am I repeating myself? If so, is that a bad thing? It’s really all the things at once and does not matter. None of it matters unless it DOES matter to the viewer, the beholder, the looker. Personal perspective and reaction is all in the receiving and processing of art of any kind. Whatever the case, I am so happy I got to make a SPACE EGG and somebody has to see it when they wake up in the morning in a strange place and wonder what they are doing that got them here. Thank you for stickpin with me. And one by one, here they are: