Some people put “filters” on their personalities and self-expressions.
Especially when they first meet. Parties are filled with filters, so drinking helps, I suppose.
Same in the visual culture.
“Filter” as a concept has become mainstream since its introduction on Instagram.
It is a little different from film development, in that although they’re both to alter the original, “filter” can be previewed before the decision is made with a single click. The reception moment is just as quick as the development process. It’s all instant appeal.
I’m not making any concrete statement, but I guess that’s the point.
I highly appreciate filter, there’s definite beauty to it. But I’ve always just been #nofilter, and I’m having an appropriately momentary thought about whether I should put a filter at least for that “instant” moment before getting to the depth.…eh.
Like usual, I’m exciting myself with half-baked analogy, that’s all.
#1 a rolling pin
First I had to look up what it was.
(Ahh. I know what it is.)
All I can think of is: what if the wood itself is rolling out into a plywood?
Oh and only a bear would do such an act in a log cabin.
(Would be better with color, but not right now. It’s only 1 out of 642! Can’t wait to have free timeeeee.)
#1 a rolling pin
My First Animation with Modul8
For the first time in my life, I encountered a program I like / have the urge to teach myself: Modul8 and MadMapper.
With these programs, the goal is to create projection mapping. There are endlessly diverse possibilities here, in terms of the application and creative process. One main reason for me to learn this is so that I can make the three-dimensional space move in sync with music. Before I get my projector, I will focus on creating quick animations by learning tricks in Modul8. For starter, I am just going to make a sketch for each song in “Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?” by Of Montreal, which I have been religiously listening and drawing to anyway.
(yes I am breaking the rules I made for myself two days ago that I won’t embark on creative endeavors until Japan Day… but hey, this is a sketch.)
most people don’t know how to trust.
maybe i am too naive, and i have a blind faith in people, things, traffic, events, plans, etc.
…but honestly, you never have a full control over anything, so why doubt? ever?
like, writing emails. if the content is correct and the phrasing isn’t absolutely rude or off, what’s the point of taking an extra hour to edit?
It’s because you want to have a full control over how it’s communicated. I get that, but when the message is received, I guarantee it will be processed with much less anal-attentive speculation. therefore, i appreciate, but i see it ultimately rather pointless.
doubts are pointless. especially with online communication and global intermixing, so many dimensions of time, emotions, and cultures are constantly colliding. you have no full control in this world.
For some, the action of dreaming is a dream in itself.
I’ve been translating the interviews of the tsunami victims that are participating in the Hand In Hand concert choir, which has been heart-wrenching.
One girl said her mother and older sister died in tsunami.
…followed by another girl saying that tsunami had hit her grandmother’s house where she used to run a small business and washed away all the machines and equipments.
I speak of “dreams” often, about constant production and realization of my dreams, about my friends’ dreams coming true, about having dreams in general.
but this made me think of those who even to dream to have dreams.