Once upon a time on Tralfamadore
there were creatures who weren't anything like machines. They weren't dependable. They weren't efficient. They weren't predictable. They weren't durable. And these poor creatures were obsessed by the idea that everything that existed had to have a purpose, and that some purposes were higher than others.
These creatures spent most of their time trying to find out what their purpose was. And every time they found out what seemed to be a purpose of themselves, the purpose seemed so low that the creatures were filled with disgust and shame.
And, rather than serve such a low purpose, the creatures would make a machine to serve it. This left the creatures free to serve higher purposes. But whenever they found a higher purpose, the purpose still wasn't high enough.
So machines were made to serve higher purposes, too.
And the machines did everything so expertly that they were finally given the job of finding out what the higher purpose of the creatures could be.
The machines reported in all honesty that the creatures couldn't really be said to have any purpose at all.
The creatures thereupon began slaying each other, because they hated purposeless things above all else.
And they discovered that they weren't even very good at slaying. So they turned that job over to the machines, too. And the machines finished up the job in less time than it takes to say, "Tralfamadore."
 
from Kurt Vonnegut, jr's
"The Sirens of Titan"     

W H A T       R E A L L Y      H A P P E N E D...

     So our cat "Missy" came back from Joshua Tree and claimed she saw an interstellar "earth lander" descending on the desert. (She is not the most reliable witness -- some time ago she claimed she was the last surviving cat from the court of the Czar, and wanted us to address her with "Her Highness".) Nevertheless under hypnosis she revealed the extents of her adventure, including detailed descriptions and measurements of the spacecraft, which we reconstructed, rendered and painted here for your enjoyment. Of course we could not stop here yet, and eventually built the spacecraft ourselves, constructing it excactly according to Missy's hypnotic revelations. We understood that fractals in the real world suggest wormholes -- the bridges between galaxies. Once you find - or create -- a fractal design in the physical world, you have to find the smaller iterations of the pattern -- and there, where the universe bunches up and folds into itself, you will find a wormhole to another space or planet. Since we built our machine, we hardly are home on the weekends...

 H O W   T H E   P A I N T I N G S   A R E   C R E A T E D :

     The paintings are based on fractal designs, calculated on a computer using commercial and some offbeat programs. After the creation by the fractal generators, the design is either moved into a 3D program like 3D Max and further treated, or taken into photoshop, where you tweak the color and composites. After several testprints, a high resolution version is painted in the computer with the help of a Wacom-tablet. Finally the image is professionally printed on canvas or paper guarantied to last a hundred years. Once the canvas is stretched, it is ready to be painted on. Layers of oil, acrylics and varnish give me the ability to create a vibrant painting, using some techniques of the old masters. This goes on until the painting  is finished. Every painting is a single, unique piece -- nevertheless, once a painting is finalized, it is possible to do prints in any size on any permissible material.

2010 Brummbaer

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Missy and the Earth-Lander

Ze Model and ze Painting