Bulbform
Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 30 inches

Imagined after listening to the song “Bulbform” by TR/ST.

Lit not by hand but by trick of light — sunlight bounces off a hidden mirror, enters through a precision-carved aperture in the stone, and ignites the central flame. This is no ordinary fire. This is bulbform.

An underground ritual is underway: robed skeletons whirl in ecstatic orbit around the blaze, bound with red sashes, caught in some gleeful conspiracy of death, dance, and rebirth. The choreography is tight. The cave is alive. The watchers are many.

To the right, a lemniscate glimmers beneath the waterfall — an ouroboric nod to the infinite cycle of flesh and ghost, ignition and collapse. The symbols carved into the rock column were not imagined; they were discovered. On a tree. Off trail. San Francisco. Near Mile Rock Beach. Moments later, the artist found a dead body. Coincidence? Or a silent initiation?

A raft drifts nearby. Torches blaze. The boat waits. But for whom?

This painting is a portal for the curious, a joke for the initiated, and a warning for anyone who still thinks light doesn’t enter caves.