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Written in the trees

An artist in resident in NYC created a font of trees. And New York is maybe going to plant some messages. Here’s hoping for love letters and not the verbal equivalent of dick pics.

The hidden language of trees.

Posted in Articles, Writing.

Listen to plants

Posted in Articles.

Flash sunset

Adobe is officially sunsetting flash. So far I haven’t even considered preserving any of my digital art work. Most of it was from the late 1990s.

This is a nice resource about preservation, emulation and other options.


Posted in Announcements, Make, News.

Floating – La Mécanique de l’Histoire. Panthéon.

Screen shot of La Mécanique de l’Histoire. Panthéon.

Posted in Things I saw.

How to Be at Home

A beautiful poem and animation.

Screen shot of How To Be At Home by Andrea Dorfman

Posted in Things I saw.

Basic film shots

Nice little summary article about some of the basic shots of film making.

  • Extreme close-up (Wayne’s world, Wayne’s world, party time excellent!)
  • Close-up
  • Medium close-up
  • Medium shot
  • Wide/long shot
  • Extreme Wide/Long shot
  • Establishing shot
  • The long take
  • Crash zoom
  • Point-of-view

Posted in Random, Readings.

CoffeeShop Blog Photoshop resources

Very useful Photoshop actions. The perfect portrait is my fav.

Posted in Make, Random.

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Spectacle, Speculation, Spam video

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Republished from this Reddit

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Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here’s my two cents.

I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.

As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.

In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything…and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.

Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.

Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

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Art criticism how-to

The ABC of Art Criticism: Some Recent How To’s

Book review on the ABC of Art Criticism. Even just reading the article you can learn something.

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