I have always been fascinated with the explosion clouds that wafted after an exploding cigar, Elmer Fudd's rifle blasts, or one of Green Goblin's smoke bombs. These were the closest external equivalents I had to the swirls I saw inside my eyes as I passed from waking to sleeping. In that hypnagogic state, ideation and imagination occurred. It was that state I tried to capture. After 9/11 the smoke reverberated with violence which gave way to anger at the direction the world was taking. Sometimes when the smoke cleared, whole regions of thought, mute objects and recollections emerged. This is where we are today.
