Critical digital culture and media arts · Since 1993
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Sometimes the online world reveals unsuspected parallel dimensions. This is an unknown restyle of Neural independently (and secretly as we never knew about it) made by NY-based Motion and Graphic Designer, Clarke Blackham. Very nicely made, perhaps only a bit glossier for the magazine’s line, it testifies once more how even your most familiar outcomes can have another life somewhere else.
The value of craft after software sounds rampant sometimes, expressing the freedom of escaping repetitive taps and clicks to accomplish some assumed tasks. Mixing media, electricity, electronics, mechanics and inert objects Graham Dunning has realised a structured track/performance/open script in his “Mechanical Techno: Ghost in the Machine Music.” More than a proof of concept a machine music declination.
Isn’t ASCII Art a perfect form of “graffiti” in 2010s? The 8-bit aesthetics is among the strongest visual references connecting the analogue recent past with the omni-digital present, so why not adopt it to finally have some public art embedded in the present? In Varberg, Sweden, 2016, the GOTO80 crew (feat: Karin Andersson) did it, choosing (not by accident) the Mo Soul Amiga-font.
YesNo by Timo Kahlen feels like “traditional” net art, a well crafted stuck webpage for the user’s aural and clickable enjoyment.
The relationship between Andy Warhol and personal computers (becoming quite popular during his last years) has been only partially investigated beyond his Amiga works. In November 2015, Sotheby’s sold his “Apple (from Ads)” (acrylic and silkscreen ink on canvas) for 910.000 USD, and in catalogue’s notes Warhol tells about his meeting with Steve Jobs insisting to give him one and showing him how to draw (even if still in black and white): “we went into Sean [John Lennon’s son]’s bedroom–and there was a kid there setting up the Apple computer that Sean had gotten as a present, the Macintosh model. I said that once some man had been calling me a lot wanting to give me one, but that I’d never called him back or something, and then the kid looked up and said, ‘Yeah, that was me. I’m Steve Jobs.’ And he looked so young, like a college guy. And he told me that he would still send me one now. And then he gave me a lesson on drawing with it. It only comes in black and white now, but they’ll make it soon in color…I felt so old and out of it with this young whiz guy right there who helped invent it.”
Harsh Noise Wally, is a sophisticated mashup mixing strips of Wally, the lazy and cynic colleague of Dilbert with some epic noise music extreme attitudes. Well conceived and assembled.
Minority Report comes closer… Three huge screens at Birmingham New Street railway station are scanning passers-by and play advertisements accordingly. http://www.birminghammail.co.uk/news/midlands-news/new-street-station-advertising-screens-9920400
GoPro ancestors in the 1960s and 1970s, mainly sport and movie persons like F1 driver Jackie Stewart, Bob Sinclair and Steve McQueen.
C505, Content004, USA, 2009, English
This DVD is a real visual and sound trip. Master of visualization concepts, Yoshihide Sodeoka, is here enjoying the freedom of experimenting with both visual forms and ideas. The three pieces launch the user into an obscure and hypnotising video universe. The heavy metal atmosphere is made precarious in a trembling, adorable and very acid cyberdelia. It’s an uncertain, weak transmission from a mind on an acid trip, trying to reproduce all its disquieting visual characteristics. In “Psychedelic Death Vomit” there are derailing color nightmares that seem to come from the inner space of the soul. If the colors are kidnapping the visual attention, a few disturbing figures, even more obscurely changing in the low resolution, are moving in the very middle of the screen. So in a bloodbath of over-saturated colors and animations of systematic deflagrations, the unconscious is culled by the chromatic overflow and frightened by these partially blurred faces, never clearly visible, but with a central role in the video. On top of the visual experience there’s a perfect soundtrack, that reinforces the uncertainty with a listenable sui generis heavy “metal” with an equal dose of menacing aura pervading the sensitivity of the watcher. The entrancing combination benefits from an analogue composition that destabilizes any video rule the watcher has in mind. It’s an extremely intense, although short and weird, visual and sound experience. It’s one of the few audio-visual works produced in the last decade well worth experiencing more than once.
