Category Archives: interactive story

Are going to the party?

Whenever i choose to go out in public with friends (mostly just to keep myself from becoming a goblin) i always end up having a great time because of them. However, the whole process of meeting people that will probably never share anything besides a few blurred sentences; dressing a certain way to complement the caged arena; head-bobbing/bouncing to a song that loops the off-key voice of a lady that may/may not be under the spell of an auto-tune; all the while im trying to consume as much alcohol as possible to ease awkward eye-contact sequences with my bartender…yeaa, that process just doesn’t appeal to me.
Lindsay Scoggins has actually simplified this whole process through a range of edited/juxtaposed mammals in her video “party animals”; which serves as the promo for the contemporary art show curated by her as well. This girl is a pro at beat-editing, and quite the master of contemporary satirical content. Check out her YouTube channel if you haven’t done so already.

***Also, many thanxs to Jay for introducing me to the term “goblin”; which i will shamelessly abuse in future posts***


delicate intensities

There is no way colors can communicate like the rise/fall of a line. The intuitive placement of a single line (this can be applied to handwriting as well) can open up a pandoras box of expression. Unlike color, which one can manipulate in shades/tint if mixed properly, lines have a very ‘unforgiven’ way of stating truth and purpose. For instance, they have a way of expressing movement that a detailed photograph bathed in strong contrasts wouldn’t be able to achieve. Lines evoke change and strength, yet have the delicacy to remain unobtrusive.

Lines are life in movement, and often the founding structure of color. At times, some of us tend to believe in color and completely dismiss lines when interpreting intentions. Simply because our eyes can discern and associate certain moods and feelings with a generic/basic knowledge of color theory. If we tried to explain or even rely on the intensity of lines to evoke/communicate a purpose, we’d have to take the time to study its roots; the guts and the worlds within us; everything that we cannot see that marks the intensity and shapes the course of a line.

I stumbled upon Ror-shak a couple of years ago when myspace wasn’t yet a hooker site. Immediately, i fell in love with the visual sounds and structured story lines in their music, so i bought the CD through their paypal store at the time. It is one of the few CD’s i keep in its original case, simply because the case itself is a linear relic. Im not particularly into bold symbolic gestures like skulls and graphic design, but i think the lines in the cover of that CD suits perfectly. I also think if they read this post, they’d probably agree with my linear nonsense.

Lost Things

One of the main reasons i praise stop-motion animation is because of it’s endless possibilities. Stop-motion has a way of getting away with fluid movement and minimal cuts/frames that never ceases to impress me. In the old days, animation studios like soyszmultfilm would accomplish stop motion by putting together a model, taking a shot with a film camera, moving it a bit, taking another shot, and another shot and so on. When i look at how stop-motion has changed, i realize that the procedure still remains intact, but it has advanced incredibly in terms of storyline and the tools used to execute it.

Similar to Oren Lavies “Morning Elegance”, Alison Sudol wrote the piece of music specifically for this short film written and directed by Angela Kohler.

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almost effortlessly..

“It has to do with the surface of both, which at the end becomes erased, or more erased. Before that, they were richer, full of things. Uglier, but more precise maybe”
-Gerhard Richter

When I think of really intense sensations, like experiencing a moment of pure bliss, or feeling deeply connected to someone else’s understanding of these emotions; I find my head lurking visually for a spot filled with tranquility. Not charged with busy backgrounds, or strong statements, but instead a spot within monotoned and saturated images that contains very little color. Probably one of the reasons to detest most pop art and modern photography is the abusive use of color to convey emotion. I find this so incredibly forced, when it should look almost effortlessly. I caught myself completely falling for this track visually, like the first time I experienced a Gerhard Richter painting up close. Richter’s technique can be found remarkably perfected in Blakes video. Blurred, erased, focused in some areas, but overall revealing a main purpose/intent. I get completely lost in these images, almost effortlessly.

A wilhelm scream is a stock sound effect used in hollywood movies (for ex: a coyote howl, hooting owl, lightning and thunder)

Kari Altmann

Kari Altmann is a Baltimore-based artist whose works propose questions of technological interaction, and its relationship to the modern cultures use of such as a mode of communication. I stumbled across her work while listening to the song below. Immediately, i fell for the minimalistic and ridiculous effects that play along so well with 10mi stereo lyrics. It reminded me of a cheap iChat effect, and this is probably the initial reaction of plenty when they compare it to the iChat interface. As you start to look around, little 3D trinkets and symbols begin to appear alongside the human figures. She uses various forms of editing and 3D softwares, and technically, It’s pretty interesting to try and decipher everything that goes on in her work.

I found this while scavenging the artists shows and influences:

“I can only speak for myself, and I identify more with the ideas of post-network art or internet-aware art. As we’ve expanded our view of the relationships and voids between everything from databases or networks to dataclouds and holograms, we’ve arrived at a better realization of the virtual and physical properties inherent in everything. Everything becomes matter, energy, and representation, and is connected to everything else. This idea isn’t new, but I’m sure that the experience of growing up with the internet has affected the way that many artists my age approach it. We’ve had an unprecedented accessibility to a more “zoomed-out” and multidimensional understanding of our environments.

If you have an understanding of this infinite matter you can also learn from it and interact with it in infinite ways. The material we deal with everyday moves back and forth between virtual and physical form so fluidly. Each seems both tangible and imaginary. You are always interacting with matter “through” other matter. This is where processes like hacking, aggregation, modulation, disembodying and many more come into play, through surfaces and intermediaries. We are simultaneously sourcing from this ecosystem, interacting with it, and creating it.”

Also, if you’re interested in reading more about her work, here’s a pretty extensive INTERVIEW on her digitalisms


This year has been an incredible source of inspiration for myself, and i believe also my surroundings. Living life in the present moment, not worrying about things that can be solved through intangible purchases or monetary exchange. The personal bonds we’ve built along the lines of this fickle life will be what is carried on to the next. In 2011, i plan on making these already built foundations into the tall and solid skyscrapers they are. I will remember this year as the wind that changed my path; a path that has proven to be/will be, nothing short of incredible. With that conclusion, I leave you all with my warmest regards and wishes for paving/changing your very own path in 2011, make it a memorable one.

“We Own The Sky” By M83. Directed by Alex Takacs and Joe Nankin of Young Replicant. D.Photog. Adam Kauper. A perfect blend of imaginative cinematography and special effects portraying life as we know it; full of emotions, ups and downs, climaxes and tribulations.

A City Tale

Click on photo to navigate through the site.

I finally got around to uploading some of the work i’ve produced this year. This particular piece was created in dreamweaver with all original images taken with a 35mm film camera and altered in photoshop to fit the interactive process. This is a true story told through broken sentences and linked words. Initially, I wanted to include some flash elements and animations, but since it is my first time interweaving CSS/Flash, i did not want to ruin the story by adding elements that would complicate my existence.
Navigate through it intuitively, have fun with it; there are no right/wrong ways to click about. The words all link to a final conclusion, so rest assure you will find your way home. By clicking on the “X” red tinted icon, you will go back to one of the main pages. With that stated, i will post the entire story below and let you have fun with the interaction.

A City Tale:

We had been walking for quite sometime now, when I mentioned how amazingly coherent and in sync the sounds of this city were. Sirens matched the beat to a background hip-hop song that played on the involuntary movements of a 60-year-old woman, who seemed so fragile yet full of life and personality.
For some reason none of us cared to pick up our cell phones in hopes that any of our friends knew how to direct us back to the apartment via smoke signals. We didn’t care that we’d been lost for almost an hour now, what kept us walking and wondering was her; the city. Like a giant magnet; it felt as if she was directing us towards wherever she wanted us.
It didn’t take us much time to find it. It was welcoming us from a block away, calling our names subconsciously in hopes that we’d listen. As we got close, the colorful vibrations seemed to almost ooze out of the cracked stones. Even the outside greeted our arrival with a giant multi-colored flag, like we were the day’s very own special guests. It couldn’t be ignored; the shouting energy and warm welcoming just led us straight inside that old building.
As we began exploring the old moldy place we discovered its peaceful and true origin. In every room there was acceptance paired along that same energy that filled the streets, but instead was compacted here in tiny viewing rooms of vivacity. Acceptance and adoration amidst the atmosphere, everyone enclosed in a tiny space sharing stories of the outside world and their tough exteriors.
We encountered a couple of older men sitting on a Victorian bench, deciphering what new products the supermarket had now put out to confuse them as customers. He spoke highly of New York, with the occasional curse word of course. Playing the role of well-mannered strangers, we butted in the conversation and I shared with him my thoughts on living in the city, and how I believed New Yorkers didn’t really have time to stop and smell the roses. Of course, leave it to me to spark up an argument about this as we were sitting in a gardened back yard, a little slice of miracle in the middle of New York City; with plenty of roses as the living/breathing contradiction. The time finally came, in which it was my duty as part of a much younger and inexperienced generation to give up my argumentative sword by calling it a difference of opinions. If I had only appreciated that moment as much as I did when I was removed from it, most likely I would’ve kept arguing for the sake of keeping the moment alive.
We kept scattering throughout the building and found probably one of the largest rooms in the center. Decorated with thick velvet curtains and wooden floors. Inside that room there was a mirage of collectible instruments, which were, to my surprise, for public use. A sudden urge to inspect the instruments took over our bodies, and a surge of what can only be described as collective synesthesia was felt as the instruments were tampered with. Our minds then drifted so far, we could no longer hear the city.
We realized we had a plane to board in less than two hours. Staring in awe, and simultaneously reminiscent thoughts of what had just occurred turned into a feeling of completeness. An adventure so perfectly unplanned it could only be successful in movie scripts. It’s difficult to put thoughts into words when speaking of New York City. In every corner there are scattered pieces of vital energy that bounce back and forth between strangers. The connections felt in this city will never be understood unless lived, even if for a couple of hours.