What I've begun working on. A short, short. Which I will not obsessively work on all night since I am fighting a cold and not winning. A still - from the title, which has taken an hour an a half to compose - all 11 seconds of it. Hope you like!
It's Not working. Resolve is meaningless. I was going to stop at 11pm, and yet at 11:30pm I find myself 'just rendering'... the clips which I wasn't going to put together this evening, no, no.
An hour past my bedtime, and rendering the changes. It's impossible! Editing video can become an obsessive occupation. Stay away from it: recommended.
Sigh. I wait. How will the clip look now? Gosh, wish I were better at this! It doesn't look too bad, does it? I love the clips in this video. I love making little videos. Timewise, it's an endless process... forget about time! The body can handle lack of sleep.
Anyway, it's only a minute or two, and soon will be over.
::Smiles:: (some hours later)
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Τίμαιος, Timaios
I had forgotten that the myth of Atlantis came from Plato's Timaeus. The original a strange story of beauty and loss, of earthquakes and floods.
Raphael's Plato
(Timaeus, circa 360BCE;
Raphael's portrait, 1509, a detail from the The School of Athens)
Raphael's Plato
(Timaeus, circa 360BCE;
Raphael's portrait, 1509, a detail from the The School of Athens)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
An Artful Beach
direct link: beach in summer by redmagik
Because of the disco beat, which never relents, the ocean seemed composed of fragmented glass. It falls on a beach painted wet on wet in watercolours and in the sky painted gulls and the metal pin of an airplane. The musical scene felt like animation, the winds coming as in an artful video. Just after half way I heard the Zephyr, soprano voices over the drone. The industrial sounds continued, with that ethereal voice calling from a long way off. The beach grasses waved like animated strokes. The water fell in shattered glass drops. The sonic beachscape built on itself, growing richer, even visionary. The drone continued, a quiet fan with beach detritus, aluminum foil caught in it. Planes flew by. Insects crawled in the dunes. Sandpipers bounced on sand wet with seafoam. Clouds became sparse. The sun shone and it was over.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Underpainting I- Parchment Figures: Doubles, Doppelgängers, Clones
Parchment Figures: Doubles, Doppelgängers, Clones, 2010,
24" x 30", 61cm x 76.2cm, underpainting. (opens to a resizable pop-up window)
Now that I have rinsed off the chalk drawing and covered the painting in a fine layer of Liquin, which is semi-gloss, it reflects light and this makes it harder to photograph. I have boosted the colour slightly so that it doesn't appear too 'washed out.' On the easel, however, it's looking possible.
A video at YouTube on the painting process, and on the chalk
sketch: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsUQVGXSWro
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