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If you've been following my blog (there must be a few...) you will have noticed that I've not just redone the page design but also renamed the blog.

The new name, Art From New Places, is actually the name I used for my 2nd attempt at blogging, this attempt being the 3rd. My first attempt was back in the spring of 2005, and I called it, "Tim's Fractal Blog".

At that time I thought it was smart marketing to use my first name in the title; it sort of gave it a personalized and I thought, more appealing sound. I gave it up after about a month or two because the word, "Fractal" was too limited for what my interests in blogging were, and the idea of having a less personalized and more anonymous title was beginning to look quite appealing after attracting the attention of a few online misfits.

Art from New Places was broad enough for my eclectic, algorithmic art interests and at the same time expressed what I considered to be an important point: this algorithmi…


It is possible, if one peels back enough layers, to find the memory of the wall; how the wall once appeared in the human mind.

It is almost always quite different than the wall you think you are looking at today. It's darker, a little dim to see -- and quieter.

All other layers contain sound, but the memories of the wall are always silent. Perhaps the mind could not remember what the wall looked like and also capture the sounds around it at the same time.

Memories of the wall, as you can see, are smooth but the sounds are smoothest of all. The light whispers, but the sound is dark. Try to touch it -- you hear nothing.

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Geomo de la Fyre

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Lately I've begun to seriously question whether using the term, "abstract" to describe any piece of artwork can be realistically used. I think the term abstract is itself an abstraction and is hopelessly inseparable from the world of realistic forms and imagery.

I think abstract is another way of depicting reality, that is, real things. It's because our minds instinctively try to interpret all visual experience in realistic terms. Abstract becomes real in our eyes.

We ought to speak of "abstraction" then, because our minds refuse to think in any language other than that of real objects. Abstract is a style or type of realism; a minimalized style, transforming real things and commonly representing them in a simplified way.

The other end of the "abstract" spectrum -- the opposite of simplification -- is the excessive detail of chaotic imagery. It doesn't look "realistic" but our minds translate such things…

The Inner Workings of Walls

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Most have never looked beneath the surface of a wall, or even considered doing such a thing.

A wall is not seen as an object of substance, and therefore not thought of as having depth, or in this case -- inner workings.

What walls do, cannot be explained merely on the basis of color and texture. Just like skin, which is "skin deep", the smooth surface of a wall is deceptive and can easily suggest simple answers to all suggestions of deeper things.

People have often responded, perplexed, when asked, "what's behind this wall?"

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Once, as a child, when I had measured the rooms of our house, I was intrigued by the discovery of what appeared to be (by implication of my measurements) an unexplained space in a wall. There was the fireplace, there was the bookcase, and now, here -- the empty place.

Beneath all stairways, in every situation, without exception, there is a space. It's as if the ascension …

The Arabian Nights


Just like fractals, there is a special allure to the stories of The Arabian Nights.

And also like fractals, I think that special quality that makes them attractive comes from their unique origin: fractals springing from a strange new area of mathematics; and The Arabian Nights, from the Middle East.

I'm not even a student of literature, or even much of a reader at all for that matter, but I've noticed that there are artistic differences between the folk tales of the British and the Europeans, and with those of The Arabian Nights.

What are they, you ask? Well, read the book and find out. It's there, as curved and flowing as the arabic alphabet it was originally written in.

So I like fractals to be fractal-ish and The Arabian Nights to be Middle Eastern, retaining their Arab and Persian (Iran) origins.

How can fractals or Middle Eastern folktales be anything other than what they are?

Just as The Arabian Nights can be mistranslated or European-ized, fractals can be l…

Ich bin ein Bernini!

The Ecstasy of St Clickism

It's not exactly a single photoshop filter, "bernini.8bf", but rather a syndrome of filters (to use a pathological expression).

The sierpinski effect from multicrystal.8bf (Ilyich the Toad) produces the sharp, stone-like appearance that extractor1.8bf expands upon so well. But it's the simple mirror,mirror filter that takes it to a whole new level and in such a simple way by creating nothing any more exciting than bilateral symmetry, like a face has.

Or one of the great works by Bernini.

The Ecstasy of St Theresa by Bernini in Rome, from

This might help you relate to my, sometimes, obscure perspective:

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Symmetry adds some sort of majestic quality to these crushed and crumbled images, taking what would otherwise be, uh, something crushed and crumbled, and raising it up as a monumental, altarpiece-like construction.

Have you ever been freaked-out by fractals? Stunned by a spectacular im…

The Prose Poem

I remember the great arrival of the prose poem. I was taking a poetry "workshop" and there, suddenly, on a page in the poetry anthology was a clump of text without any explanation. This fragment of text, which was actually shorter than the poem on the facing page, had a title at the top, just like poems did, and the author's name at the end of it, just like you'd expect a poem to have. I thought it was merely an interesting excerpt taken from a novel, but we were all told, to the laughter of the whole class, that it was a new form of poetry, although consisting entirely of prose.

Although I had also joined in the laughter, me and a few people like me who found prose exhausting and poetry frustrating, immediately saw the potential for such a wonderful development. And we also saw the embarrassment of writing what was basically a piece of "prose", like a short story, but so short it couldn't even be the beginning of anything, and which was conveniently…

The Continued Fall of the House of Usher

All text taken from The Fall of the House of Usher (1839) by Edgar Allan Poe, more or less...

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All text from The Fall of the House of Usher (1839) by Edgar Allan Poe (in case you thought I wrote it...)

Recipe for Crumblescape
-Take any image, process 7 or so times with multicrystal.8bf (by Illyich the Toad)
-Process with Extractor 1 (Mario Klingemann, VM Toolbox), adjusting for optimal effect
Variation: use Mirror, Mirror (by Alfredo Mateus) to create a symmetrical appearance
Notes: don't grease the pan, don't sift the flour, let the smoke detector tell you when it's done.

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