Rotate Thought Objects : I’m ready for my chip


This is the web edition of a large format painted art zine. It is 30 pages long. It’s dimensions are 12.5 inches by 19 inches. The paper is Rising art print. The materials include india ink, gouache, acrylic, watercolour, and Sakura gelly roll ballpoint pens. It was created between June and September 2009.

Mung bean sprout creatures


The secret life of plants. I’ve been sprouting various beans all summer, and these guys are always littering the dining table, trying to escape en route from the sprouting jar to the plate.

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Sculptures for

Threespine stickleback pretending to be barracuda.

These guys were commisioned by fellow Flickerite Frenquency to commemorate the end of his PhD studies of this fish species. He studied the evolutionary loss of pelvic spines and was able to switch the relevant genes back on, producing fish with one or both perlvic spines. The thesis title was “The Genomic Basis of Parallel Evolution in Three-spined Sticklebacks”.

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Toronto is home these days

Up the porch and through the length of the house and out the kitchen door to this small garden retreat. I spend a lot of time here these days.

The benches are a favourite sleeping place of the cats, and great for breakfast because this outdoor room faces east.

Bit of greenery turns crumbling to picturesque, Calcutta, India

Bit of greenery turns crumbling to picturesque, Kolkata, India

View from the hotel where I stayed in April 2008.

Travel Map of India


View India in a full scale Google maps window.

The Books of Michael - Excerpt 4

From the Sixth Book of Mohammed Michael Egypt, First son of Africa.

And so it came to pass that my Michael was asked to speak at Oxford, a seat of great learning in the United Kingdom. Many leading intellectuals and scholars had gathered for his address, including the rabbi Shmuley.

"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."

"I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a desolate and lonely world."

Michael began*,

Tonight, I come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway), and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows what it means to be children.

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The Books of Michael - Excerpt 3

From the Fourth Book of Johnny Michael New Zealand, First son of Australasia

Michael Jackson on top of limo.Every night of every week of every year Michael would share his bed with children. He would share his bed with children regardless of race, creed or economic background. He would open his bed to children of all ages. His love knew no bounds.

The people of the day were concerned.

Adults do not sleep with children, they said. The people’s minds were filled with craven images, filled with the sins and filth of the world. They could not imagine how an adult might sleep with a child without all that sin and filth creeping in and soiling the thought. They would send reporters and detectives to Neverland to investigate Michael.

When they came to him with accusations he would say to them,

Why can’t you share your bed?

The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It is where you are most vulnerable. It is the greatest act of trust.

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The Books of Michael - Excerpt 2

From the Eighth Book of Elizabeth Michael America, Second daughter of North America

It was in his 21st year that Michael began his first racial transmigration. By this time he was one of the most famous people in the world. Everyone knew his face. The public eye was inscrutable, unwavering and unforgiving.

Michael Jackson in half burkaMichael was born to parents of African American descent. However as he aged through his twenties his features began to change. His cheekbones rose, and nose diminished, his hair straightened, and he began to lose color in his skin.

Michael was afraid. He knew the public would not understand this transformation. He knew how cruel their ignorance could be.

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The Books of Michael - Excerpt 1

From the Third Book of Mary Michael China, First daughter of Asia

mj_sickbed1There was boy in California, in the city of Los Angeles, who lay dying of cancer. The doctors predicted that he would die in the coming week.

Weakened by radiation and the grim news, the boy said to his father, “Before I die I would like to meet Michael Jackson.”

His father knew in his heart that being a man of limited means he would never be able to fulfill such a request. When he left the room he collapsed in tears.

In blind desperation the father telephoned Neverland and left this message: “My son is dying of terminal cancer and has only a week to live. His greatest wish is to be able to talk to Michael Jackson.”

The message was delivered, and the next day Michael telephoned the boy.

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