While looking for an approach to my next 5th dimension entry, and figuring out what to do with the stock photographs I’d already shot, I stumbled upon a little something that had been hiding away in the recesses of my memory. I speak of calculatory beauty in visual form – fractals.
To cut a long story short; I’ve finally bothered to invest myself in Apophysis and can now create things with it. Fractal art is quite fun, unsurprisingly. I’ll probably make use of this both for stand-alone works, as well as in harmony with other types of media.
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B o d h i s a t t v a
I’ve got to put things on Twitter. Keeping up with all the social media and doing frequent updates everywhere is killing me. I don’t know how people can handle being interactive on so many platforms. If someone has got any tips for managing digital networking without spending days worth of time on it – I’m all ears.
If you happen to know German – there’s a new poem on ASOIAR.
edit: I just noticed that this is my 50th post on roundtableism. Yay!
People! It’s already 2015. 2015! Can you imagine? 2000 was not that long ago – or so it seems to me.
To continue where I left off last year; I’ve finished something new. A digital painting – a first one – intertwined with my style of photography.
5th dimension | O p h e l i a
(The image scaled down weirdly, so please click it for a better view.) I’ve decided to pick up the virtual brush, mainly because it feels like the most natural course of action and closest to home. My first experiences in art were made in the GFX scene – heavily relying on exploiting brushsets, fonts and renders – and the freedom painting awards me tastes strangely melancholic. Just maybe, this is among the things I’ve lost on the way.
The “5th dimension” is (going to be) a series of works filled with the mind’s scenery and creatures, and hereby something I consider to be most personal and emotive. All pieces of this variety will be hosted on DeviantArt, which I’ve added to the context menu of this site.
Of course, I’ll still create images that are purely photographic in nature. Those might see an improvement even, now that I don’t have to cram everything into a single medium anymore but can pick the most suitable one and play to its strengths. I have something new under way here too.
There’s also literally a mountain of poems ready to be composed, but I can’t quite seem to find the time to do so. I’ll try to at least continue my crown of sonnets soon – maybe even write a couple German stanzas.
We’re nearing the end of another year, and this might be my final post in it, so have an aphorism:
If those seemingly endless months have taught me anything; it’s that life doesn’t care if you work hard. There are no absolutes – you can’t ensure anything, no matter the sacrifice. There is no equivalent exchange, for things don’t have objective value, factual worth, to begin with, stemming from a lack of true objectivity. I’ve been trapped in the notion that effort must necessarily be rewarded at some point, equating it to a law of nature, a sizeable unit of measure. It doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t work any certain way and, without a doubt, for any immediate purpose, in light of the eventual death of all things, thoughts and records on our rewinding road to eternity. I wonder why nothingness is the highest floor of this vacant building, and how my feet climbed those stairs so tirelessly, if not naturally. I wonder what I’ll have to (de)(con)struct from here to keep moving forward – to find sense, create meaning, and maybe in the process; salvation.
Below is the conclusion to my Wien series. Two images of the general hospital.
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Yet again I’ve come to realize that I’m still doing a lot of things I can’t stand and think in ways that ultimately burden me, in an irrational attempt to conform to invisible norms and guidelines set by the mirrors that surround me.
And here I really only care about what furthers life and helps make this stay more of a fascinatingly fun ride.
Writing a manifesto might not be a bad idea.
What does that mean for my photography? For starters, I’ve never considered or called myself a photographer. Because I’m not and never will be.
All I seek is personal truth and to conquer what is in a joyful manner – by whatever means available. Utilising freedom of mind and following my instincts is what I can do until I’ve figured out more.
“a lo di me” is now “A Swirl Of Ivory And Red” and features a bunch of new poems. Check it out.
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The second one was shot with the lens mentioned in the previous post. Rich, interesting colors and it is very sharp, especially considering how loosely constructed it is. Russian lenses are growing to be a favourite. P h a s e was a bit of a pain to make. Shooting the moon is frustrating with less than a focal length of 300, because you can’t get lunar detail. I also really, really feel like it’s time to evolve my style. I want to focus more on color, expressing what isn’t there and growing a scene into something that is only somewhat based in reality, reigning over it supremely. Such was part of my original vision, which I can safely say I’ve lost sight of. I’ll go back to the roots for whatever I do after this series about Wien and will try something else.
Vienna’s architecture and mood are the center of this nocturnal series of posts. As promised, I’ve directed my attention to the city’s historic locations. What occurred to me while strolling around town was that I’ve never really bothered to take a good look at those buildings before. They’ve always been there. They weren’t going anywhere. And most of all – they were a tourist kind of thing.
– What a limited way of thinking.
While I used multiple lenses for this series, the idea was also to test my new Industar, a Soviet-era copy of early Leica designs. You’ll find images from that lens in the next entry.
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Wide-angle galore. I don’t like the modern rendering characteristics of this lens (14mm pancake), which become especially evident in processing. It’s like there’s only macro and no micro-contrast. Variation of tone between “details” almost doesn’t seem to exist, which results in things feeling blown. That being said, there are no other good, cheap wide-angle lenses for m43 and I got it as a kit lens off Ebay for even less, so I won’t complain. Plus, the size is incredible and perfect for street photography and being inconspicuous, even though I don’t try my hand at that anymore. At least not in the traditional sense.
V#’s inversion is an experiment of sorts. Creating it was terribly fun and it’s easily my favourite. I’m glad I don’t carter to the eye of the public.
More images should be due early next week.
I’m all bogged down with real world issues, which makes it unpleasantly hard to gather energy for more interesting pursuits, such as creating things. And here we are in full-blown autumn, presenting what is probably my favourite color palette of the year – what a waste!
Anyway, have a couple of experimental images I finished just recently. Taking the abstract approach is always reassuring, because it shows that you can do quite a bit without having to rely on the sun, which will undoubtedly make itself scarce in the months to come. Even just being resourceful with some light source and shutter speeds at home can get you all kinds of unexpected results.
Plus, “7 seconds night flight” is now “a lo di me” and features the third sonnet of my crown.
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W i n d o w p a n e
I’ve been inspired to attempt more night time architecture and cityscape images, after re-discovering the beauty of inner-city Vienna. Don’t expect anything soon, but do look forward to them! All thanks to the nourishment my eyes and ears received from experiencing a stellar concert at one of the city’s historical venues and finally watching The Third Man, which I now believe should be required watching for every Austrian.
I intended for there to be more images, but what the hell.
Fact is, I frequently get the urge to delete this blog, and all its contents, safe for maybe whatever 500px portfolio selection I currently have.
All the more weird is that this doesn’t seem to apply to my poems to that extent. They are terrible, but I actually enjoy most of them.
My general tastes are morphing into something peculiarly nondescript, which may just be alright.
Food for thought, hm?
S S S
Spittelau Space Station
L o s t / W a y
As for lyricism, I’m stuck at writing my third crown of sonnets poem. Can’t write what I don’t feel.