17.9.17
16.9.17
Etsuko Ichihara
16.9.17Watched a short video on this artist, Etsuko Ichihara. Interesting approach and I like her comment about modern society trying to seal ...
Some testing in Unreal Engine.
18.4.17
Pan
18.4.17Google Photos I don't know how to embed 360 panaromas yet, for now, click on the the image to hop over and get the pan.
Google Photos
I don't know how to embed 360 panaromas yet, for now, click on the the image to hop over and get the pan.
8.4.17
A Hyperobject via Don DeLillo
8.4.17White fences trailed through the rolling fields. Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five si...
White fences trailed through the rolling fields. Soon the signs started appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA. We counted five signs before we reached the site.
“No one sees the barn,” he said finally.
A long silence followed.
“Once you’ve seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn …we’re not here to capture an image, we’re here to maintain one. Every photograph reinforces the aura. Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies.”
There was an extended silence. The man in the booth sold postcards and slides.
“Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We’ve agreed to be part of a collective perception. This literally colours our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism.”
Another silence ensued.
“They are taking pictures of taking pictures …what was the barn like before it was photographed?” he said.
“What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can’t answer these questions because we’ve read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can’t get outside the aura. We’re part of the aura. We’re here, we’re now.”
- White Noise by Don DeLillo
“No one sees the barn,” he said finally.
A long silence followed.
“Once you’ve seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn …we’re not here to capture an image, we’re here to maintain one. Every photograph reinforces the aura. Can you feel it, Jack? An accumulation of nameless energies.”
There was an extended silence. The man in the booth sold postcards and slides.
“Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We’ve agreed to be part of a collective perception. This literally colours our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism.”
Another silence ensued.
“They are taking pictures of taking pictures …what was the barn like before it was photographed?” he said.
“What did it look like, how was it different from other barns, how was it similar to other barns? We can’t answer these questions because we’ve read the signs, seen the people snapping the pictures. We can’t get outside the aura. We’re part of the aura. We’re here, we’re now.”
- White Noise by Don DeLillo
12.3.17
race stripes
12.3.17Added some race stripes. My texturing game is pretty weak, mainly because I don't know how it works.
Added some race stripes. My texturing game is pretty weak, mainly because I don't know how it works.
11.3.17
brick cars
11.3.17And this one below is pretty ugly, but I like it. The delorean meets a tanky hatchbank.
















