Proteus #9
Proteus is a sea‑dweller who could change his shape at will. Some call him the son of Poseidon, others describe him more as a servant or keeper of the changeable sea. He was also a seer, though one who revealed the future only when held fast.
I can add colours to the chameleon,
Change shapes with Proteus for advantages,
And set the murderous Machiavel to school.
Proteus #10
Almost everything here is hidden beneath a black cover — not background, but a deliberate act of erasure.
What breaks through does so with pressure, like light forcing its way past something meant to contain it.
Proteus #11
A few more with yesterday's theme follow.
Proteus #12
Proteus #13
Proteus #14
The cover changes color, but as with the previous pieces, the act of hiding remains.
Proteus #15
Now the surface itself begins to move.
Proteus #16
The grid doesn’t disappear; it re‑forms under pressure.
The distortion becomes its own geometry — a surface remembering what it used to be.
Proteus #17
Proteus #18
The surface bends and rises — the grid no longer flat but hilly, wavy, alive.
Geometry imitates terrain.
Proteus #19
Proteus #20
Proteus #21
Proteus #22
The surface folds inward until it becomes a sphere — the distortion now self‑contained.
The sphere reads as both containment and explosion, holding tension between collapse and release.
Proteus #23
Everything turns inward, drawn toward a single point.
Structure gives way to motion — a spiral of collapse and release.