Showing posts from November, 2006

I stepped off on Saturn

You know, post-processing can really mangle a decent, law-abiding fractal image and make it an almost unrecognizable, but strangely delightful, wreck. Some will never walk straight again.

But when you start with an image that is almost entirely a product of the program's filtering effect, and not quite a "fractal" image to start with, the results strain the already stretched categories of visual taxonomy, sowing the seeds of an impending visual collision, or shall we say, "Collisual" - intriguing arrangement of debris.

These were all originally made in Tierazon 2.7. Here's a clean one that hasn't had anything done to it. In fact it's the original image the above one was made from.

Download parameter file "shift06.zar"

Same one - Antialiased 4:1

They're alive. I should explain that.

This is rather Twilight-zonish, although I'm sure there's a scientific explanation: The images keep changing.

When you see something interesting and z…

Postcards from Shangri-La

Would you expect this from someone named "Ilyich the Toad"?

Once again, I've dug up a new and amazing Photoshop filter and I want to share the wonder...

But it's got a dirty name.

I tried renaming it, but you can't do that with Photoshop filters. Or at least I don't know how. But everytime I go to use it, which is like 200 times a day, I click on Ilyich's favorite nic name for this filter.

At first it seemed evil. The Toad connection didn't help either. Now I'm just curious to know why he gave it such a name.

It's one of those chop-up/multi-lens distortion effects. It doesn't alter the color and has only two sliders, but it can be extremely creative.

After using it for a couple hours, you will have trouble readjusting to the non-chopped, real world. Unless you're a house fly. I think this is what the world looks like to a house fly.

The Missiles of Shangri-La

That's what I thought of the moment I made this... Can I still call it a f…

One more time...

What is art?

There's an old black and white movie that spends two hours depicting a jury sitting around a table in a room, deliberating the verdict of a murder trial.

Now I could also be wrong about this too, but I think it all starts when Jimmy Stewart, who's the only one of the twelve jurors who hasn't quite made up his mind to sentence the young man on trial to death, decides he wants to go over things... one more time.

In doing so, everyone realizes that they're not looking at the facts of the case at all, but rather have made up their minds to punish the accused for no other reason than they're all just really angry at someone else in their personal lives who they can't punish.

With the question, "Can I just go through it one more time?" the neatly rolled up guilty verdict (and resulting death sentence) starts to unravel until it finally comes completely undone, and the whole jury agrees the man is innocent and they themselves are just "12 Angry…

Life is not

Life is not for the rich and famous
for the successful applicant and the olympic few
Life is in the eye and the mind and the hand
It needs no permission,
or conditions
to be.

We can all be like Sindbad
and set off on voyages with nothing but today
We do not need to own the ocean
it is enough that we are here