Late at night the house is quiet and dark except for the light of my computer screen. Occasionally music is playing through headphones, but most nights I prefer silence. Mind-chatter quiets and a blank black canvas is before me. Moving color and shape around a screen canvas in the fractal geometric realm is a slow process. The total of my experience is in this moment, and with each digital stroke I have faith that the magic will manifest. I keep at it, going down the hole, then suddenly, a curve or a shape in a subtle hue calls out to me. I am experiencing what can be described as journeying. Feeling excitement in my heart and in my gut like the fast beating drum of a shaman in the dark, the color and shape and lines now move me. The scene before me reveals itself. It is asking to be acknowledged. I am in an altered state of consciousness, of what has been described as ecstatic. The “strokes” on the screen have become a meditation garden, a scene from sci-fi, or something smoky and a little eerie. The fractals have been broken apart, added, pulled and condensed, moved around and deleted. In post rendering, the colors and values can be modified, bringing about new, exciting possibilities for the work.
It is my hope that my viewers become part of the creation; that they will be taken to far-off places that are significant to their own personal journey. I hope those exploring the pieces enjoy meditating on an unfamiliar landscape or contemplate meaning in abstract forms and color.
I am a digital artist using fractals. I have swapped my pencils and brushes for a 21st century medium. I am surprised by and am grateful to another artist who shared just enough to get me started. I love the process, and of course, there is no greater thrill than to please my viewers. I like to explore new possibilities for my work by experimenting with different programs. It is fun for me to revisit past pieces and feel the inspiration to build upon them again with newly acquired knowledge. I am constantly challenged, learning never stops.
I was born in Canada when at a very young age my parents moved to the San Fernando Valley. I enjoyed hearing stories from my grandparents who had been immigrants fleeing the pogroms of Eastern Europe. My grandmother was only fifteen when she was sent alone on a boat to Canada. The stories from my other grandparents are similar, working for pennies, sewing or collecting old potato sacks to be resold, saving to bring family members over to the land of “milk and honey.” I don’t know how many were left behind.
My family wanted to integrate into their new diverse community, however keeping their culture and spiritual practice was their first priority. I remember waking up to the sounds of pots banging in the kitchen as my mother prepared a sacred meal for each Jewish holiday. Our house was always filled with out-of-towners. My grandparents would retreat from sub zero Lake Superior weather to our little Valley house, preferring to warm their arthritic knees in the Southern CA sun. Roles were still traditional in the early 1960’s. Women cooked, served and cleaned up. The men would converse, putting knife to tablecloth, gently scraping crumbs toward the side of the table. Full from the meal, we would move onto stuffed furniture, where my Zaida would sit quietly just outside of the conversation, pencil and paper in his hands. Curiously I would walk over to him to see what he was doing. In his hand was a sweet little flower drawing. This quiet, handsome older man, sitting on the outskirts of conversation had a strong influence on me. I can’t remember when I was not doodling. Of course art was always my favorite time in school. I especially loved how we used to draw squiggles then fill them in with crayon. My mother shocked me when she filled in the bubbles of a squiggle drawing with different patterns.
I lost my mother to cancer at age 15 and rebelled during the late 60’s, early 70’s. I came from a family whose main interest was of a spiritual nature, but I was hurting, so like others of my generation, I questioned everything I was taught. I rebelled. I read like crazy and explored and experimented. With a degree in psychology and counseling, I became involved with the Transpersonal Psychology movement, getting to learn from Ram Dass and other inspiring teachers. Journeying with a Shaman using drumming to produce an altered state of consciousness has been healing for me. The experience of going into other worlds, of inner realities influences my work.
I took a few art classes over the years and was building an art studio when I saw a piece on Facebook that I just loved. I asked the artist about his work and he generously gave me just enough information to get started. While I still crave the messiness of paint this new 21st century art form has captured my heart and soul. It is limitless and I can’t wait to start the next piece.
“Does the path have a heart?” Don Juan. Oh, yes it does
Here is a definition:
What is a fractal?
A fractal is a never-ending pattern. Fractals are infinitely complex patterns that are self-similar across different scales. They are created by repeating a simple process over and over in an ongoing feedback loop. Driven by recursion, fractals are images of dynamic systems – the pictures of Chaos. Geometrically, they exist in between our familiar dimensions. Fractal patterns are extremely familiar, since nature is full of fractals. For instance: trees, rivers, coastlines, mountains, clouds, seashells, hurricanes, etc. Abstract fractals – such as the Mandelbrot Set – can be generated by a computer calculating a simple equation over and over. Please note that I use fractals as a medium. I may render a piece, then edit using different programs.