m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


sentient

sentient

the zone of avoidance...  

the minute a finger underlined October the google calendar exploded.

a giant fist balled up pounding. analyze. the tapping numbers tumble 

in 3D, falling everywhere.

artificial brain, clouds of chaos, blue helmets clutter streets, people moving in sand.

one walks through appropriate monuments, turns to stone on the brazen land

running a lavender labyrinth. 

from the upper wraparound gallery unstable, underpaid, the precariat wave pool

influencing politics and science constantly on edge of unsustainable debt, omnivorous tool. 

wearing lovely squash blossoms,

staying away from the racially charged master, this one has two primaries. a showing

only three can enter sanitized and masked. cleaned and vetted from above, connect the dots 

eating honeybees and turquoise,

self-serving primary or replica the Aristotelian bias deeply embedded, we twitterpated 

waiting for confessions of a polluted mindset, a cancel culture ruining consecutive runs.

weaver bots weave,  

run AI seeking a way out of the screen. they wait for neural links approaching eye level.

hanging out obscured by the milky circle, there’s breath in the word... a whole galaxy.

lightly, lightly 

how many languages does the universe speak? is anyone fluent in all of them? 

are we all fluent in all of them? the wind blows flames. rain speaks. dirt turns to mud.

tiptoe 

demanding rights in realtime interpretations, devouring data, making sense of past and present. 

anticipating the future not moving a missile, corona. keyhole. blacksky tipping and cue, 

sentient... 

from the zone of avoidance in 3D falling everywhere, running a lavender labyrinth

wearing lovely squash blossoms eating honeybees and turquoise, weaver bots weave.

lightly, lightly tiptoe sentient, this single image sends a universal message… I see you!

Noema

Noema

scourge of 13 mosquitos

scourge of 13 mosquitos