Cognition after his fall was tenuous. The projector was not working and his lens was cloudy. He loved music and story telling and especially mathematics. Nine years later (1972) he was living in LA when he discovered writing as a form of expression. He became fascinated with metaphors and word play as tools to communicate concepts. He wrote just a prodigiously as he composed and played music. A new story or reflection every day. He worked as an engineer and technician where he furthered developed his math and conceptualization skills. When he wasn’t playing music, he was writing stories.It was 1977, while unemployed he discovered acrylic painting and soon was doing a piece every day or so. He found another job in hi-tech working for a super computer manufacturer as a hardware engineer, technician. He continued to play and perform music and would write when there was nothing else to do. He discovered digital art and learned programming. He created unique specialized computer hardware at his jobs. It was 1988, the beginning of Flicker Lighttm Studio and the music project Tryst.By 1992 personal computers could do 2d and 3d art very slowly. A 320x240 image was huge and animations were 80x60. Before the Internet existed, there were USENET Groups and some allowed the posting of images. The Internet and html allowed him to create and publish his art and stories. It was 1994 and everything changed. He used TrueSpace for 3d modeling, rendering and animations. Painter was his 2d tool as well as Photoshop. It was all version 1.0 software back then and it crashed often. Bryce 2.0 for the PC was great except it crashed even more often. He created and published several thousand digital art pieces between 1992 and 2008. Many of the early images only exist on the web, the originals lost long ago, Between 2008 and 2014 he was on a hiatus. He spent his time polishing the lens. It was a time to wonder and not do. In October he had an event that caused a full reboot of his operating system. He has never had an original thought. It’s the dreams, the stories, the memories that some God left behind that he transforms into art.
