GLITCH ART

Blog Best Bits 2005

Nearly done! You can tell I was getting bored of keeping the blog going by this stage.

01 JANUARY




05 MARCH
Many thanks to Shusaku Hariya  at a.i.r.
for posting up our call for submissions!



How cool is that? No, it's not that my browser hasn't got Japanese
fonts installed; that _is_ the actual translation. It's a new experimental
language they're trying out in Japan. It's silent when spoken, but condenses
into distinct rectangular thought-beads when the words fall onto the 
cold computer screen.


15 MARCH
I am very pleased to have been invited to exhibit some
work at a proper gallery - in about 6 weeks time! This is
simultaneously exciting and completely nerve-wracking.

Now pay close attention to this objet diabolique.
Memorise the greyscale values of all 56320 pixels, but
don't convert them into machine code bytes and execute it!


CJORUM

08 APRIL
Found a little text file with a note to myself about
some psychotic weirdness that happened in my brain
on 25th January this year, whilst listening to the
Talk Sport radio channel on my squidgital radiogramme:

    Talk Sport 22.56 James Whale, sound failed for 2 mins.
    Thought London had been nuked.
    But then normal service resumed.
    
    25 jan 2005


It's not supposed to be funny. Just take pity. Donate a limb to charity.

Busy x100 working on prints. Please understand that I'm trying
to go from little hand-sized prints to something more large-format
and exhibitable without overt embarrassment and covert ridicule.
All new work is going into this effort, so nothing new to see here.
Move along please. Don't look at the car accident. Keep both hands
on the wheel at 10 to 2, unless you're a digital one. Look
straight ahead and don't do anything unless the government provides
a tax break on doing it.

03 MAY
These frequencies only exist inside the computer's
memory. Older memories harden and move towards the
center. Brighter colours have greater energy and can
escape more easily, corrupting the surface-dwelling
young memories. So why did the sky seem bluer when you
were young?


TCETCORR

JULY, AUGUST, SEPTEMBER
New art! Flat-panel photograms of my custom VJ software. I'm pretty
excited with the way these experiments are going. Anyway, I hear VJ's
are doomed because DJ's (Digital Jockey, apparently) can do lush visuals
with their software too. Even better, just let the computer do everything.
Except pour a pint of beer, although having said that, I was served a cocktail
by a robot in a London cyber-pub a while back. Pity it didn't notice that my glass
had a hairline fracture.  Robots 0, Human Race 1

I remember when my parents first got a colour TV. 1970-something.
Watching my first colour programme that evening, I think that's
the most futuristic I've ever felt in my life.

The trainee typist wears a coffee stain and Tipp-Ex spotules.
The computer scientist wears a forensic suit.
The office manager wears a row of pens that can write upside-down.
The area manager wears an executive office and no life.
The computer is in charge. It wears a bowler hat and a sniff!

So anyway, it was my birthday yesterday. I'm on the cusp of Leo.
Went to supermarket with the intention of buying a cake with the
following primary attributes:
1. Cake-shaped.
2. Chocolate. Plus choclate shavings or sprinkles or whatever you call them.
3. Strawberries or raspberries.
4. Cream.
5. Lots of artificial chemicals that taste lovely and guarantee death before 49.
Could I find one? No.
Britain's rubbish.

Re: last night's Foundry visuals.
Note to self: don't mash the keyboard randomly in case of accidentally 
putting 'puter into 100-years hibernate with special secret key combo.
Luckily, I'm confident that no-one noticed. Yes.
(Everyone else was great and had obviously practised before.)

So. What parts of the UK are good to live in?
I'm bored of Cambridge. Maybe I could arrange for
a city to adopt me, as a sort of psychotic curiosity
adventure theme park.

It makes for a good change to the eye to go back to the digital
one where the numbers are the pixels are the colours going into you.



Transistor girl,
Diode boy,
Capacitor kiss.

THE END