The Cyclus Collection
Life and death, black and white, fly and crawl... They seem to be opposites and at odds with each other. However, what if everything is just a point across a continuum and we're just moving along an infinitely beautiful, eternally repeating path? What if we get here, we go through the meanders of life and then depart to debrief and recover and then start all over again, only better? This is what the Cyclus collection is about. It's not about answers, not about dogma. It's just about questions and hey, can we maybe find our own answers as we move through this together?
There are three prints in the collection:
Ortus
... This is where we start. Birthed from the humming of an atomic sun, where this golden thing that will be us is forged and crushed and distilled into a single, jewelled blood cocoon, waiting for the right time, the right breath, the right shape to be born into. This is where we start.
Cyclus
This is where we walk. Or run, or slither, or try to fly beyond our scaly prison of fears and habits. Of never-ending, tail-eating patterns of light and dark. This is where we live, or where we try to, as we also try to fill every moment with a meaning, every day with a goal, every purse with a coin or two. All this because we've forgotten one simple fact: snakes are tied to the ground. But we... well, we have wings.
Obitus
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
And hey, if you want to know a bit more about the meaning behind the collection and each individual print, I wrote something for you here.
Life and death, black and white, fly and crawl... They seem to be opposites and at odds with each other. However, what if everything is just a point across a continuum and we're just moving along an infinitely beautiful, eternally repeating path? What if we get here, we go through the meanders of life and then depart to debrief and recover and then start all over again, only better? This is what the Cyclus collection is about. It's not about answers, not about dogma. It's just about questions and hey, can we maybe find our own answers as we move through this together?
There are three prints in the collection:
Ortus
... This is where we start. Birthed from the humming of an atomic sun, where this golden thing that will be us is forged and crushed and distilled into a single, jewelled blood cocoon, waiting for the right time, the right breath, the right shape to be born into. This is where we start.
Cyclus
This is where we walk. Or run, or slither, or try to fly beyond our scaly prison of fears and habits. Of never-ending, tail-eating patterns of light and dark. This is where we live, or where we try to, as we also try to fill every moment with a meaning, every day with a goal, every purse with a coin or two. All this because we've forgotten one simple fact: snakes are tied to the ground. But we... well, we have wings.
Obitus
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
And hey, if you want to know a bit more about the meaning behind the collection and each individual print, I wrote something for you here.
Life and death, black and white, fly and crawl... They seem to be opposites and at odds with each other. However, what if everything is just a point across a continuum and we're just moving along an infinitely beautiful, eternally repeating path? What if we get here, we go through the meanders of life and then depart to debrief and recover and then start all over again, only better? This is what the Cyclus collection is about. It's not about answers, not about dogma. It's just about questions and hey, can we maybe find our own answers as we move through this together?
There are three prints in the collection:
Ortus
... This is where we start. Birthed from the humming of an atomic sun, where this golden thing that will be us is forged and crushed and distilled into a single, jewelled blood cocoon, waiting for the right time, the right breath, the right shape to be born into. This is where we start.
Cyclus
This is where we walk. Or run, or slither, or try to fly beyond our scaly prison of fears and habits. Of never-ending, tail-eating patterns of light and dark. This is where we live, or where we try to, as we also try to fill every moment with a meaning, every day with a goal, every purse with a coin or two. All this because we've forgotten one simple fact: snakes are tied to the ground. But we... well, we have wings.
Obitus
Is this where we end? Tired and white, after a twisting lifetime, wandering into the frost under a black star? In that last moment, as we avoid the maw of the Eater-of-Bones, we go back to the source. To feed the ghost reactor and prepare once more to be forged, crushed, distilled. Born.
Because we never end. We just get refactored and start over again.
And hey, if you want to know a bit more about the meaning behind the collection and each individual print, I wrote something for you here.