I tune in, and I watch this space, and I see a random number generator that won't stop churning out sixes and sevens. It's a lowdown, beatup, misfit world that crawls on its belly and mutters in its sleep. The Harvester is an assorting machine, a cyclotronic candy-dispensing waiter, and it's always lunchtime.

the Divine Harvestr obviously has a keen eye for obscure and delightful imagery. each photo seems to be harvestr's ongoing experience and meeting up with these strange images, then just transforming them into an ongoing, nearly psychedelic, feast of eye candy.