Any name is deceptive a game, so let’s get the wordplay out of the way. . .
As a kid my friends called me Gully, which later developed through adolescence into the artistic title “Garibah,” for a slue of short-film credits; during my late-twenties (experimenting with indie-folk music) the new pseudonym became Theozoic. That moniker has become numinously appropriate for this current platform of abstract ink-art, mandalas, and colouring book projects. Through Theozoic, I can dwell deeper into the wild and weird themes of this so-called Meta Mundi – my spectral world beyond mere imagination. . . . those super-stellar geometric realms.
But to the point: my given name is Gulliver, however, instead of traversing the world of whimsical science-fiction literature, i allow my mind to travel intently upon a line of ink. That singularity where paper and pen are constantly creating something authentically new. . . . and where they lead, not even Sir Lemuel knows!
Yes, my work is a meditation on bringing ink-lines to life. From the flat planes portals of possibility open up as i meander the non-linear paths as well, between absurd abstractions and the abundant apophenia; wielding a wand of gradients, a sigil of symmetries, and any such elegant oddities that suite the situation.
(“This style seems more real than surreal, even if it’s not – it’s happily hokum to me.”)
You see, form is a fabric that is patiently woven with hand and pen – more esoterically – somewhere between the hand’s pen and the table’s face flows a steady moving line, a journey. It weaves between time’s minute moments reaching hidden destinations as the lines contort, converge, and congeal – manifesting a freak of shapes from those final fathomings.
(A Bird’s Eye View from above the work table)
And indeed, the results are a magical menagerie of strange sheens, landscapes of ataraxy, fanciful facades, and a whole dimensional existance i feel to be more fortified and authenticity bold than this corporeal earth is old!
(Traces of Telluira, in-the-making)
This is my work, discovering the etheric cosmos, that unseen multiverse of mysteries . . . . my Meta-Mundi.
(A vision of a dream from a reality unseen)
But when not drawing, i can be found self-amused and off-the-grid in my cozy tinyhome reading the dictionary – or, studying Ernst Haekel’s diatoms, fortifying the subconscious with calories derived from musical grooves, pondering occult histories, ‘scanlating’ rare manga, and reveling in various domains of the cosmically far-out.
(The “Autumnal Fade” returns)
Further, I avidly explore the out-of-doors to hunt wild edibles, chase clouds, fondle figs (as arthritic therapy requires me to), and regularly petition the local city officials to revive Quaker Raves here in Sonoma County as precautionary measures to appease the Gods: Jibe Jazz, Groovy Gravy, and Jolly Jello.
(Portals wait around every corner, behind many a bush, and atop serene trees)
As for what the future holds, i believe mankind should disrobe it’s lowly dreams of Transhumanism and endeavour to invest in more substantial gains like re-colonizing the moon with newts, humanoid kittens, and cheese fungus germinated with bifido-bacterium and bacteroidetes – all empowered by the tangible means of a scalar-wave spacecrafts which harnesses the innate forces of cymatic technology. . . .
Yet before we depart worlds, let me first part with a few words, and for this I naturally defer to Lao Tzu (老子) whome I consider to be a true time traveller and would have by now (in his most recent incarnation) become an avid Star Wars fan,
“Keep it copacetic, and may the Tao be with you.”
Most bodaciously your,
Theo “Gulliver” Zoic
(the Line-Travelling Wizard)