Visual Encryption


Smashing with style


Digital Dynamite


Filter of Frenzy


Ripped-off beyond recognition and left for dead


"No, your Honour; I didn't do anything. I just took the dog for a walk until it was dead."


Together, me and the filter formed a third personality, which neither of us could talk any sense to.


Art grows out of the barrel of a photoshop filter.


The smaller they get, the more I see.


Every chop is different. And I try to choose the best one. But they all look good.


The author called it "Slice" which to me suggests something simple and restrained like the careful preparation of a sample for a microscope slide. Perhaps he never conceived of this "Feast of Knives" effect, or if he had, would have been unable to imagine anyone finding a use for something like that.


I keep thinking, just one more chop and we'll turn the corner; one more chop and the effect will take a quantum leap and start forming new wonders. Deep down in it's algorithmic DNA some gene, so far only weakly expressed, will become like a crystal, suddenly bringing order and magnificence to the supersaturated solution. But no. Like everything else, it moves onward to its logical conclusion, and returns to dust.
 

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