Morning on the Moon of Kepler 1647B
Earth's Time Running Out
Who's In Control?
LOOKING THRU TIME
INSIDE THE BOX
IT'S ALL ONES AND ZEROS
SPYDERBOT CONTROLS THE WORLD
MAN IN THE MACHINE
RIPPLES IN THE MULTIVERSE
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
Welcome to My Nightmare
cracked until coffee
WHIRLPOOL OF TIME
EnsnaredA man huddles, his head on his knees. He seems to be made of bronze. He is bound by tentacles and ensnared in an iridescent web against a field of black.
Morning on the Moon of Kepler 1647BThe announcement in 2016 that a new planet had been discovered rocked the geek world...and maybe the world of anyone who is even removetly curious. It's a gas giant, so probably not habitable. But it's hypothetical moons might be. Cool, huh? Who would we meet there? Maybe some day we'll find out. If we go, I hope we go in peace.
Bright IdeaMan deeply merged with his ideas is lost in thought.
COMPUTERIZEDWoman with motherboard in head in a black and white swirl
ObservationTwo strange hands emerge from the desert floor holding an orb from which a window shows a blue face peering intently at the viewer. The orb is covered in strange dials indicating something beyond our awareness. Who knows what might lurk out there on other planets.
REPAIRSHands in a labcoat tinker with the clockworks of man.
EMERGENCE Against a sky-blue background, a replication of female cyborgs with their hands folded in the prayer position escalate in size as they stair at the sky.
Earth's Time Running OutWe've reached a crossroads in the evolution of humankind where the decisions we make as a species about how to procede will determine the quality of our future...or if we even have one. We have only one planet. Time is running out to tackle climate change. We can do it, but it's not going to happen unless we all get involved and MAKE it happen. Here's to saving the planet before Earth's time runs out.
Who's In Control?Who's In Control - Our lives have become deeply emeshed in the online world of ones and zeros. The outer shell of who we are remains, but our psyche is split between that and our online personalities. So who is setting the direction of our path forward? Do we even know anymore? The computer world is always fishing for our attention, trying to set the direction of our actions. So who is really driving the bus? Something to ponder next time you reach for your phone.
LOOKING THRU TIMEFuture man peers into a device unrecognizable to us as would be an Iphone to people a mere century ago. Who knows what humankind can achieve? I hope we get it together soon and make some changes so we get the chance to find out.
INSIDE THE BOXA man, deeply in thought, ponders questions in his mind, trying to think outside the confining box.
IT'S ALL ONES AND ZEROSMan with his head inside a ball of one's and zero's sairs through a motherboard
TOMORROW TIMEFuturistic woman gazes into a gold ball of unknown origin.
SPYDERBOT CONTROLS THE WORLD
MAN IN THE MACHINEMan and machine have become immeshed in ways we wouldn't have imagined twenty years ago. How then, I wonder, will this play out in the centuries to come? If we were to travel into the future, even just three or four decades, would we even recognize things. How immeshed in the digital/machine world will we be then?
TAKING TIMEOpen minded man pulls time from a whirpool of gold against a dark night sky full of magic
THE WATCHERSTwo faces peer from the dark around a half-opened door.
RIPPLES IN THE MULTIVERSEGolden womman wades through water and ripples of time.
HIGH MAINTENANCEAn African American woman with gold gears in her head and wearing a gold metallic suit holds a mirror to watch herself apply oir to her lips. She is buried in desert sand up to mid arm against a blue sky.
THINK TANKThree faces, representing different facits of self, think, ponder, and meditate in the think tank.
EVE 2.0Android Eve craves knowledge. She's tempted by the spiderbot, lurking on his world, wide, web. He offers masses of data, some false, some true. Will she descern between the truth and the lies?
SOMEWHERE OUT THEREA face peaks out at the planet from a rip in the dark night sky.
Welcome to My NightmareWe're all caught up in the world wide web. Will we descern between facts and fiction? Will we adhere to science and reason? Or will we succumb to the brainwashing effects of propaganda and allow those in power to determine our future?
THE PORTALA hand presses against a porthole from which an eye is seen.
cracked until coffeeA pale face, cracked down the middle, looks sadly down. The face is against swirls of black and white.
connectedA man with a head encased in a mother board holds a phone attached to the technology. He peers out through an open slot. One's and zeros peak across the top of his head.
WHO'S DRIVING?Metal man with operators in his head controlling his thoughts as he stars ahead.
WHIRLPOOL OF TIMECyborg heads in a whirpool of clocks against a dark sky.
Neural ElectricA yellow child's face with aqua eyes and covered in tatoos of ones and zeros. Against a black background, sharp, colorful "electrical waves" intersect with her head.
Bright IdeasThree men in black suits with light bulbs fused to the top of their heads stand staring ahead in ascending order against a yellow background. The bulbs are lit brightly.
digitalAgainst a pure white skin, a single eye peers out, the irisis made of one's and zeros as is the pupil.
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