Story about naps.
Patterns infinite, zooming in and out.
Kids toys through the decades, playing virtually.
Learning to see, hear, levels for ages and such within.
Both virtual and reality games.
Perception programs.
Investigations of the dots on a sidewalk.
Histories of migrations and immigrants.
Stories of various cultures at noon, telling sense of time as noon travels over the world.
(In black book, girl on the plane)
Travels of some camera.
Magical or just the history of it.
Critical mass or just some morning commute.
Legs of people on the bus.
Profiles and backs of heads at shows, symphony, conferences.
A giant catalogue of actions: sports, spectators, driving, dancing, cleaning, shopping, sleeping and thinking.
Peoples' clothing blends with the background or just an outline, see only arms and legs or whatever
People:
Shape of head, nose shows race, size, shape of eyes
birds in a cheerleader formation
story of hats
bad avocado series
curious spider
dizzy flies
all cameras assembled
Landscapes
of my digital and analog lives. Both are devices to examine and inspire one another.
I am currently, and have in the past, created digital mash-ups of drawings within my sketchbooks. Pages taken from disparate experiences, combined, they show what I have learned and seen. These are the landscapes which I have shared with you.
With each new experience we allow ourselves, there is possibility for self-examination and improvement. As our lives are split between the screen on which you read these words and everything else around it, I am embarking on a study of the possibility of each.
I will document the organization of these efforts on this blog.
Next Steps:
I am currently, and have in the past, created digital mash-ups of drawings within my sketchbooks. Pages taken from disparate experiences, combined, they show what I have learned and seen. These are the landscapes which I have shared with you.
With each new experience we allow ourselves, there is possibility for self-examination and improvement. As our lives are split between the screen on which you read these words and everything else around it, I am embarking on a study of the possibility of each.
I will document the organization of these efforts on this blog.
Next Steps:
Digital
The choreography within technology:
A view of an urban landscape minus architecture, showing only the mechanics: elevators, mass transit, appliances, electrical wires. This choreography of the contained fire.
Baton Twirling:
First person, complete with the blinks that allow us to understand what is happening, a story within a website where the individual's decisions and movements dictate what happens next.
Sketchbooks:
What to do with these?
Photography:
Illustration of America as the landing page: exploration based photography, share what I saw in each city. Combine with maps or exact coordinates?
A view of an urban landscape minus architecture, showing only the mechanics: elevators, mass transit, appliances, electrical wires. This choreography of the contained fire.
Baton Twirling:
First person, complete with the blinks that allow us to understand what is happening, a story within a website where the individual's decisions and movements dictate what happens next.
Sketchbooks:
What to do with these?
Photography:
Illustration of America as the landing page: exploration based photography, share what I saw in each city. Combine with maps or exact coordinates?
Analog
Observations:
I wrote: Furiously, he wrote down her every feature. Every movement, a judgement.
Man with pen pocket exploding, highlighting everything on the page.
Home where I write this, where you might read this, where you undress the outside and others. Where muscles relax. How does it affect someone without their own space. When the public space is your private space. Meet more of the homeless in Golden Gate Park.
Graffiti:
Transparencies on a window.
Draw in freshly laid concrete. Freshly lay concrete.
Typeface:
Stippling on lineoleum cut
I wrote: Furiously, he wrote down her every feature. Every movement, a judgement.
Man with pen pocket exploding, highlighting everything on the page.
Home where I write this, where you might read this, where you undress the outside and others. Where muscles relax. How does it affect someone without their own space. When the public space is your private space. Meet more of the homeless in Golden Gate Park.
Graffiti:
Transparencies on a window.
Draw in freshly laid concrete. Freshly lay concrete.
Typeface:
Stippling on lineoleum cut
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