Wednesday, May 22, 2013
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Ordered Table : in progress
A piece for Toy Piano that has a fixed accompaniment. There is a great deal more to tighten up and some rewriting of the toy pf part that will happen. But I wanted to make a note of it at this stage. I was noticing today that with every large or small pile of things on a surface there is an order. That could be the result of usage patterns, or simply the eye of the viewer imposing. Not a hierarchy, but a strategy reflective of some input, within and beyond the perceiver. Ordered Table - Toy Piano with Electricity Now if I can figure out how to read the image of the byte code at 44100 lines per second, I think I will find something interesting. Ok, couldn't resist. Here are two iterations of the image as sound file. This reads the image you see as a greyscale from top to bottom. That this image only represents a very small fraction of the entire byte code means that what is heard is a percentage of second that has been slowed down, thus producing a very rich bass tone. 2periodsTOYpfIMAGE
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I am enjoying this simple form of interaction. It is very direct. I found it here.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
The Pinky Show
This one is my favorite of the 10 or so I have watched in the past day. So very enjoyable.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
A Day in the Life of a Musician by Erik Satie
An artist must regulate his life. Here is a time-table of my daily acts. I rise at 7.18; am inspired from 10.23 to 11.47. I lunch at 12.11 and leave the table at 12.14. A healthy ride on horse-back round my domain follows from 1.19 pm to 2.53 pm. Another bout of inspiration from 3.12 to 4.7 pm. From 5 to 6.47 pm various occupations (fencing, reflection, immobility, visits, contemplation, dexterity, natation, etc.) Dinner is served at 7.16 and finished at 7.20 pm. From 8.9 to 9.59 pm symphonic readings (out loud). I go to bed regularly at 10.37 pm. Once a week (on Tuesdays) I awake with a start at 3.14 am. My only nourishment consists of food that is white: eggs, sugar, shredded bones, the fat of dead animals, veal, salt, coco-nuts, chicken cooked in white water, mouldy fruit, rice, turnips, sausages in camphor, pastry, cheese (white varieties), cotton salad, and certain kinds of fish (without their skin). I boil my wine and drink it cold mixed with the juice of the Fuschia. I have a good appetite but never talk when eating for fear of strangling myself. I breathe carefully (a little at a time) and dance very rarely. When walking I hold my ribs and look steadily behind me. My expression is very serious; when I laugh it is unintentional, and I always apologise very politely. I sleep with only one eye closed, very profoundly. My bed is round with a hole in it for my head to go through. Every hour a servant takes my temperature and gives me another. from
Monday, February 25, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
“It’s as if the artist is the animal and the painting is the record of the artist’s tracks through space and time … I did not want just a record, but rather the actual movement.” speaking about "A Hundred Years" Black Ritual is the most important piece of artwork that I have ever experienced. I expected one thing with my initial conception of the work and was lead through a process by the artist that revealed something entirely other. It still engages my mind years later.