Let's face it, when it comes to digital painting, prints are artifacts of events, like moon rocks, the spikes from Chris Burden's Transfixed, or the shroud of Turin. The actual art is untouchable, unfathomable, mythic. Even the glowing image on a cathode ray tube, carbon nanopipe display or futuristic visualization miracle du jour is not the art, but a shadow manifestation of an ideal object, which is dancing on the net in a billion places simultaneously. There is no conclusive method for annihilating something loose on the web short of taking out the entire earth, and even then chances are that a perfect original leaked off a satellite and is on it's way to the Pleiades on the Einstein express. Try and collect the entire cosmos, sucker!

The art is not buried in the dust of history, it is alive and present. It is capable of a kind of transubstantiation, of entering our world through the channels of matter, of making itself known. Artifacts of it's action on the material plane - the glowing image, the scrap of colored paper, the patterns of iron oxide. For all intents and purposes, divinity, codependent with a dreamer. If science asserts an entire universe ballooning from a bit of bubbling nothing, then why not god emerging from me? Divinity, the ultimate uncollectable art.

I sign five of the holy relics, five to remember the four corners of the earth plus one, the four syllables of the universal sound aum plus one, the number of fingers on my hand plus thumb.