Attic Room 6

"Channelled" Fractals

Out of concern that my art was becoming "depressing" and a desire to reacquaint myself with my more spiritual inner child, I have begun channeling fractals from others who have crossed over fractal-less into the Great Beyond. The process is simple. I close my eyes, turn on a generator, place crystals atop my monitor, burn peppermint incense, tie-dye some work clothes, and chant in a phony Jamaican accent. Soon, through intense meditation and lots of Fox Television programming, I slip into a beta state while leaving my fingers gently on my mouse -- which soon begins moving spasmodically on its pad much like a planchette. According to witnesses, there is the acrid smell of ectoplasm in the room as blood trickles down my monitor and eerily spells out the name of my troubled collaborator. When I awaken from my fugue state, the fractal is finished. However, I can take little credit for these works; after all, I am merely the vessel of a higher power.