Journey to Mercury

In the spirit of Sindbad, I went on a voyage and just recently, returned. It was a digital voyage. Not really a voyage I guess, but I left where I was and out of curiosity went somewhere different and then here I am again.

I journeyed to the edges of minimalist window managers and desktop environments in Linux. While doing so, I often experienced a completely black screen (call it a desktop) from which I was only able to send messages to the system by way of a run dialog opened with the keystroke alt+F2.

Like a sailor whose map is the stars and navigates better at night than in the day, I found that a simple run dialog was often more efficient (and certainly much simpler) than desktop icons or menus. Better still was the boolean search feature in Thunar which would allow you to access any icon in the /usr/applications directory.

As I continue with my tale from strange lands, I discovered the near ability of the Opera browser to replace all the functions of my operating system with the exception of the ability to run Opera itself. In addition to browsing the internet I could read my email and RSS feeds and also browse (in a primitive way) my hard drive and even write postings via it’s onboard notes feature.

I loaded a widget that completely replaced the calendar, clock and appointment manager that normally requires a taskbar and system bar and was able to switch from application to application via something so incredibly simple as alt+TAB.

The greatest moment of all was discovering this stunning image of the planet Mercury which, like my empty, minimalist desktop (no taskbar, no icons, no clock, no right-click menu…) fitted in quite well with my floating in space desktop environment. I splurged with 8MB of RAM and launched xfdesktop and dropped this image of the planet Mercury into my desktop, which now was a completely black screen with only Mercury on it.


Mercury, from the Wikipedia

I don’t know if Windows will allow you to work with just a black screen and a few simple keystroke combinations, but I heartily recommend giving it a try if only for the brief feeling of drifting in space.

The thrill of Linux isn’t something as trivial as merely escaping the orbit of Micro$oft Windows. It’s about forgetting all about that old planet Earth and floating through space on a Journey to Mercury.

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Planes, Birds and Fish

Back in the early 90’s, I went through a 3 year phase when I wanted to become an airplane pilot. In addition to taking flight training in Ontario, Canada (where I live) I also “studied” in Phoenix, Arizona and Hoxie, Kansas where I took some cropdusting lessons.

During this time I became acquainted with some of the aviation “culture” including the juvenile, false bravado and machismo attitude of many pilots (particularly new ones). Aviation culture also included the habit of using the metaphor of birds to refer to airplanes.

I was never really comfortable with this bird analogy for planes, although, like birds, planes fly and planes have wings. Birds however, incorporate a lot of movement into flight unlike planes which are extremely rigid and also extremely smooth and streamlined — more like fish, fins and swimming than birds, wings and flying.

In fact, one sunny morning at the Scottsdale airport in Phoenix (it’s always sunny in Phoenix) I was doing my required “walk around” of the training aircraft and I decided to take a look at the underneath of the tail of the airplane. It was much like the smooth, curved underside to a fish, I thought. Isn’t an airplane really more like a fish or boat with wings?

In fact, “flying boat” amphibious aircraft require very little design modification to transfom them from what is a typical aircraft design. I suppose, of course, one could say the same thing about a duck — a floating bird — but that just emphasizes my point that aircraft are more like water creatures than air creatures (more like ducks than eagles).

Anyhow, I’m sure the bird metaphor for airplanes lives on, just as the James Bond mentality of many pilots probably does too, even though they’re both just as unnatural and out of place in the real world.

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Digital Picture Frames

Frames? Digital Pictures!

They really ought to be called something like, “Digital Display Frame” since the “frame” isn’t really digital, is it? It’s the picture that’s digital. But I think it’s an example of how language is a practical medium and changes according to the whims of those who use it, rather than the direction of any sort of authority. “Frame” is being used to refer to the entire mechanism, which in this case includes the picture.

Although they seem to be a little pricey right now ($79-4×6″), it’s an exciting development for people like me who find printing to be a completely different medium than the digital, computer one. Of course, they’ve had these sorts of things in Star Wars for some time now. But apparently science fiction is not the same as reality.


Whole new digital communities are already appearing — and disappearing

On the opposing side of things: isn’t a digital picture frame just a low quality computer screen that eats up batteries and wouldn’t it be better to view digital images on a computer monitor instead? Yes, but the “picture frame” performs the function of a decoration which occupies places that a monitor can’t. A digital picture frame is a digital ornament and that’s the exciting thing. Digital Ornaments are something new. So far, with the exception of printing (a pretty big exception…) digital art has been confined to a computer monitor; it doesn’t hang on a wall like it’s ancestors do.

Think of the possibilities: With technological development they could become cheaper and that would also translate into larger. It’s possible that the technology could produce a very large digital display “frame” that could substitute for large printed images.

Galleries could produce coin operated images. Put in, say, 25 cents and the image appears for a minute. If you want to take a closer look (some people do) then just drop in another 25 cents.

Hmmmn… That’s going to be a problem. Where is anyone going to find digital art that’s worth 25 cents?

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You think Nuclear Weapons are easy to make?

No way. Think again, brainiac.

Or go check out the articles in the Wikipedia regarding Nuclear Weapons. The hard part seems to be getting the fuel. You need Uranium or Plutonium, even if you want to make a Hydrogen bomb, but it’s got to be a special type — and lots of it.

I think because there are so many nuclear weapons in the world that people think they’re easy to make. Also, since the principles behind them are relatively simple (nuclear physics is simple, right?) and easily available, it’s reasonable to assume that anyone, who wants to, can make an “atomic bomb”.


It’s not as easy as you think it is

Enriching Uranium requires the concentration (isolation, separation) of the Uranium isotope, 235. This is difficult. “Difficult” means expensive in engineering or scientific circles.

Plutonium (239) isn’t even a naturally occuring element and has to be created from Uranium 238 (stable and useless) in a nuclear reactor. Unfortunately it explodes too quickly when formed into critical mass and requires very sophisticated (more money, again) methods to get a useful, high-yielding warhead.

Hydrogen bomb? It takes a plutonium or uranium (235) explosion to just get the Hydrogen bomb going. That’s a very expensive fuse. But after that… The biggest nuclear weapons are all Hydrogen (fusion of small atoms, as opposed to fission –splitting– of big ones) bombs.

Did you know that when U.S. President Harry Truman announced after dropping the second atomic bomb on Japan (Nagasaki, Aug. 1945) that if they didn’t surrender they would see an unbelievable rain of destruction, that he was actually just bluffing?

Apparently the U.S. had used up all of their weapons (they only had 3: dropped two and tested one –Trinity test, White Sands) and didn’t have any more enriched Uranium (235) or Plutonium with which to make another bomb, and would have entailed several months of enrichment processing.

So it just goes to show that the only thing more powerful than an atom bomb is a slick-talking president.

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Sub-terranean


Inkblot Kaos Parameter File

Getting through the winter seems to be so complicated and expensive for us humans. On the other hand, in the tropics houses are simple. All you really need is a roof that keeps the rain out, screens on the windows (or a mosquito net to sleep under), four walls and a floor.

Winter is the reason that human civilization has primarily stayed in places where nothing ever freezes. Winter is an enormous economic drain.

Which makes me wonder how all these animals up here manage to make it through the winter without ever paying a cent for oil, gas or electricity to heat their homes and yet keep living and carrying on just fine without all the complexities that humans seem to require.

The secret is going underground …and falling into a stupor …waking up every few weeks …seeing if it’s over …falling back into a stupor …again …again …unless something eats you.

Take the Mongolian Gerbil of South Central Siberia, for instance. Don’t be fooled by that “Siberia” name. Siberia is just the prairies or “western plains” of Russia. It’s no colder there than Manitoba (that’s Canada) or North Dakota, where actually it’s incredibly cold, as cold as Siberia.


original Inkblot Kaos image before India Ink-195.8bf

In the winter they… wait, apparently they don’t hibernate. The whole family moves down into their winter nesting chamber which is 4 or 5 feet below the surface. They store up food? Probably. The burrow is interconnected with tons of other ones. I think they have a pretty good time down there. They don’t shovel snow. They stay underground on super cold days, which means, super windy days. I think they carry the Plague.

Weird stuff happens in the winter up here. Some small rodents, ground squirrels, I think, hibernate. Hibernation isn’t “sleeping”. Hibernation is a (this is true) state of suspended animation where the body temperature drops to within a few degrees of “room temperature” which in these cheap, unheated rodent-homes, could be close to zero (freezing) Celsius.

Pick up a hibernating animal and drop it and it won’t wake up. It’s in a torpor or stupor sort of state.

Most hibernators however, dig a burrow down to a level which is below the “frostline”, which is the maximum depth to which the freezing cold of winter goes. There’s something called the sub-snow layer, too. Under the snow, but above the ground. Not as exposed, but certainly colder than the subterranean areas.

Bears, or at least most bears, don’t actually hibernate. They just lie around sleeping or doing nothing all winter. Apparently this was discovered, quite quickly, by researchers who went into the dens of bears in the winter to take their temperature (the main indicator of hibernation). After the loss of several hundred graduate students… it was assumed the bears were not hiberating and were actually quite alert.

Some small rodents actually allow their body temperature to drop below freezing and enter a super-cooled state (below freezing, but still liquid –not frozen). This allows for enormous savings in heat as a body temperature of -2C doesn’t require much metabolic activity. It’s been suggested that perhaps, in particularly cold winters, or during cold “snaps”, that some of these rodents actually die, so maybe it’s not as successful a strategy as one might think.

In the Arctic (snow, ice, tundra, igloos, seals, polar bears…) apparently there is very little or actually no hibernation (low body temperature state). Why? Isn’t it colder up there? Yes, but the winter lasts so long (like 14 months) that no animal could store up enough fat to make it through such a prolonged period.

Polar Bears are active all winter long. They even give birth in the winter. They eat people too. They’ll eat anything. I read about an experienced Inuit (Eskimo) hunter who was stranded on an ice floe and was scared to death about being killed by polar bears, especially at night. It just amazes me that anyone or anything would live way up there.

The squirrels of the Yukon Territory (Canada, east of Alaska) are the weirdest of all. They don’t go underground, or hibernate, they just avoid the really, really bad days. They’re active all winter long and instead of having an increased metabolism which is what you’d expect, since they’d need to supply more body heat, they have a lowered metabolism —yet they do not die. And they live in trees, in nests made up of a big ball of twigs and leaves. You cannot freeze a squirrel. It’s been proven. They have to be run over first. Or go through a snow blower.

I don’t live in the Yukon, but even here, way down south in Toronto (between Michigan and New York state) squirrels live up in trees all winter long. This has always puzzled me, because it looks incredibly cold, especially on windy nights. The trees are bare except for these strange, football sized clumps of leaves. You’d expect people to live that way, but not animals. Maybe living so close to people has made them stupid and they’ve abandoned the steady ways of their ancestors.

But for the Mongolian Gerbil, when it’s night time; minus forty; the wind howling away; he’s quite relaxed, down in his golden chamber, surrounded by the riches of the earth, while a winter storm walks across the plains.

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When Art is Useful


Inkblot Kaos Parameter File

From time to time I become curious about something and I start reading about it. A month ago it was hibernation, and in particular, the winter homes of animals. Lately it’s been nuclear reactors.

This sort of informal, casual study of things I’ve found to be similar to assembling a puzzle, or catching glimpses of something in the dark, or to guessing what’s in a bag by putting your hand in and feeling it without looking. It’s a process of sorting and assembling major (essential) and minor (detail) pieces of information.

Unless you’re a serious student following a formal course of study at a school, most of us learn about new things in this sort of way: a process of discovery and tentative conclusions (eg. “breeder reactors are the way of the future; why don’t we all use them?”). It’s a natural way of learning, I think, but not necessarily the most efficient; a formal course might not be as interesting but will bring you up to speed on a subject faster and give you a more complete understanding, although it might not be as “fun”.

Hibernation, nuclear reactors… and of course: Art, is one of those perennial subjects I like to “look into” and to form opinions about. Form opinions and forming opinions and reform opinions, because gathering more information often changes your opinion about the subject you’re gathering information about.

I’ve noticed something about art. There is something called, “Useful Art”. It’s not complicated. It just means that there is a category of artwork that is distinguished by being useful to people, as opposed to the more general category of artwork which is just art and only performs the function of being art.

If you think of this in the context of human society (and don’t we all do this sort of thinking?) then there are, “Useful People” and there are people who are just “People”. Some people are very productive and make a lot of money and there are others who’s contribution to society –usefullness to society– is, uh, less or even less than zero. People, however, unlike machines or highways or other “things” don’t have to justify their existence by being useful. We value all human life, in general, (most of us do) even when those lives don’t benefit us or even if they cost us something (eg. dependants).

Back to “Useful Art”. I’ve noticed (internet, books, media…) that often a greater value or prestige is placed on artwork that has been chosen for commercial purposes. Book covers; illustrations; newspaper articles; advertisements; calendars; posters; exhibitions; these are examples of the sorts of “medals” or “honours” that artwork can “win” –by being useful.

Some of these commercial purposes are more “Art” oriented than others (exhibitions), but I think it’s worth noting or keeping in mind that: the usefullness of art is not a direct result of its artistic merit.

I’m not saying this because my own artwork is useless. This is just the conclusion I’ve come to after observing an enormous amount of commercial art in the media. Commercial “success” and the commercial “look” is very deceptive. Most of the artwork we see is incorporated into advertising and contexts that are not related to the promotion of art for it’s own sake. The most common artwork of our society (there I go again, talking about “society”) is advertising and I think that has distorted people’s view of what makes for good art.

I think this particularly explains the very slick, simplistic, one dimensional, homogeneous look to a lot of digital art. This of course includes fractal art, but that’s just because I suspect the same cultural influences are at work in the minds of fractal artists as they are in the minds of digital artists in general. I really think that most of the people making this sort of artwork actually think it’s good stuff because it fits in well with all the advertising art that is “rampant” (wonderful word!) in our “society”. They have developed advertising “eyes” by observing so much advertising around them.

I used to be that way too (but now I make junk), I loved bump-mapping, rich vivid colors, stuff that looked “professional” and was glossy –or at least I tried to make stuff like that (it’s not easy making slick stuff, is it?). What happened to me was I got bored with it and I began to find the artwork in art books more interesting and then I just stopped paying attention to what anyone else was doing and just made stuff that interested me. Also, slick artwork doesn’t seem to come naturally –a point which I think deserves some deeper consideration.

Now, I’m not saying that all advertising artwork is bad or lacks artistic merit. There’s a wide range of artistic styles used in advertising, although, for the most part, advertising art is: eye-catching; simple themes; bright colors; cliches (they’re quickly understood); idealized.

So avoid all that. Make complicated, dark, revolting, obscure, cynical images.

No, no, no! What I’m saying is that you can’t trust the “standards” and the “examples” for artwork that you see everyday because that’s advertising and it only uses “art” when it cooperates with commercial interests. Trust your own instincts about what you find interesting and make stuff like that and don’t worry if it looks, “different” than anything you’ve seen before.

Of course, if your instincts tell you to make slick, commercial stuff and you actually find that experience interesting and exciting, then IT’S TOO LATE!!! YOU’VE BECOME ONE OF “THEM”!!!

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Termites

Termites

Termites (2007)

Termites are morphologically uncomplicated insects, in contrast with their astonishingly complex social behavior.
–Robert L. Smith, Termites

Several weeks ago, while commuting to work, I was listening to Dana Gioia, director of the National Endowment of the Arts, chatter away on National Public Radio about how no one reads anymore. He claimed that the majority of Americans had not read a single book (including technical manuals) in 2006. Apparently, other amusements have replaced a good read — films, video games, and (probably) making digital art.

Which is too bad. Reading is a wonderful way to gain insights into the world — or even into something smaller — like the (assuming it exists) fractal community.

Last weekend, I found myself reading a collection of essays called Cyberspace Textuality: Computer Technology and Literary Theory (edited by Marie-Laure Ryan). One essay in particular stood out: “Virtual Termites” by Lance Olson. Olson was talking about the influences that led author William Gibson to pen his groundbreaking cyberpunk novel Neuromancer. According to Olson, one of the primary influences on Gibson was an essay by iconoclastic film critic Manny Farber called “White Elephant Art and Termite Art” (later compiled in Farber’s book, Negative Space, 1974). Olson summarizes Farber’s argument as follows:

Farber distinguishes between two kinds of art. The first, for which he holds contempt, is White Elephant Art, the sort that embraces the idea of a well-crafted, logical arena, incarnated in the films of Francois Truffaut. Proponents of this near-school produce tedious pieces reminiscent of Rube Goldberg’s perpetual-motion machines that exude a sense of their own weight, structure, and status as masterworks. The second kind of art, which Farber advocates, is Termite Art. This is the sort that stands opposed to elite aesthetic culture, embraces freedom and multiplicity, is incarnated in the films of Laurel and Hardy. Proponents of this near-school produce pieces that gnaw away at their own boundaries, leaving little in their wake except traces of enthusiastic, assiduous, and messy endeavor.

See any parallels to Fractaldom?

I would argue that White Elephant Art can easily be seen in the Fractal Universe calendar selections and the overall UFractalus “school” that dominated the exhibition selectees of the first two Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contests. After all, are not these two entities the most public displays of the aesthetics of contemporary fractal art? Are these competitions not spun to the masses as the best fractal artists currently have to offer? Run the verbal footage from the 2006 BMFAC page:

It will exhibit high quality works by the most important fractal artists in the world [emphasis mine].

There’s your ruling cultural aesthetic — spelled out clearly and definitively. A pastiche of self-selected, self-proclaimed masterworks by our community’s White Elephants.

The Rube Goldberg analogy fits, too. UFractalus school images are more built than made. Raid the parameter file repository and start stacking and connecting the elaborate pixellated parts. 100 layers. No post-processing. Better yet — sign up for UF courses so you too can duplicate the reigning, assembly-line, “correct” fractal forms.

Or don’t. Just make your own art. Explore the road not taken. Use programs other than Ultra Fractal. Post-process with wild abandon until you discover something you made and you like. Let accidents happen and embrace them for their surprises and suggestions — like Laurel knocking Hardy on the head with a 2×4. In their films, the accidents make the meaning — not the construction of the plot.

Gnaw away at the calendar swirls and the pre-fab UF look. As Farber observes:

Termite Art has no goal except to chew through its own limits, fuse and confuse, create zones where “culture” can’t be located precisely, and where the artist can be cantankerous, extravagant, pushing creative possibilities and not caring what the results might be. It just keeps gnawing outward.

Keep gnawing until the foundation that houses the school of “the most important fractal artists in the world” begins to buckle. Then, just maybe, the prevailing aesthetic of fractal art will cherish personal vision and idiosyncrasy, value vitality over methodology, and be unselfconscious of its origins as either a “program” or a “style.”

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Rooms with a View
Blog with a View

Image made with Fractal ViZion and post-processed until the Orkin Man arrived.

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I Feel Corporate and Inspirational Too!

While doing some serious research on calendars recently, I stumbled on a gallery where:
Big Black Frames
and
Short Inspirational Titles
In Glowing White Text
Separated by a White Line
With Snappy Quotation Subtitles Below
Were The House Specialty

They looked nice. In fact, this inspirational poster framing style looked very polished and professional, which is what I think, “Corporate” is suppose to mean. I looked at lots of them until…

I got into the mood myself:

All good things come to an end, and what defines, “the end” better than a meaningless string of hitherto useful words? I don’t know, after all that lofty stratospheric, inspirational stuff, my mind just started to crave senselessness again. “Gibberish: Words into Song

That very same day (this is the truth) a friend of mine dropped off one of his business calendars in my mailbox. And what do you suppose I saw? Yes!
Big Black Frames
and
Short Inspirational Titles
In White Text
Separated by a White Line
Snappy Quotation Subtitles Below
Were The House Specialty

Anyhow, I’m not saying it’s cliche and we should all get rid of the BigBlackFrameGlowingWhiteTitleAndQuotation style of presentation. Come to think of it, it did inspire me to make this posting.

I think the best background for artwork, especially digital artwork, is just plain black. The shining text that results is just an elegant bonus. Now I’m guilty too.

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Desert Roads and Mountain Lakes


Desert Roads

Back several month ago, I posted about a program called Fyre. As is often the case with new programs and new forms of algorithmic art, I quickly reached what I thought were its creative limits.

A recent comment on my blog asking for information on how the images from Fyre are made, re-kindled (ha, ha…) my interest in the program. I went looking for the Fyre website to see if it had the information needed (I avoid trying to explain mathematical processes). While there, I visited the official Fyre gallery on Flickr where I saw some very interesting images and asked myself, “How come I couldn’t make stuff like that?”.

One of the extremely smart and super-convenient aspects to Fyre is the incorporation of a parameter “file” in the meta information (hidden notes) of the images it saves. Open up any image saved from Fyre and you can rework it just as you can with the autosaved parameter files from some fractal programs (Inkblot Kaos, Tierazon…).

So I opened up some of the images from the Fyre flickr gallery and began to see how others had used the program and made these images that I hadn’t thought were possible. I then went further still, and began to experiment in many new directions by moving around any parameters that weren’t nailed to the floor or screamed when I touched them.


Mountain Lake

Fyre has harnessed what I would call one of the primary tools of algorithmic art: RANDOMNESS. Ctr+R instantly gets you an image formed by it’s randomly generated set of basic parameters modified by the users pre-set rendering options (exposure, gamma, type of gradient…). The human mind cannot think randomly and so is handicapped when it comes to competing with the randomly generated constructions of computer software.

Don’t feel bad about this handicap. The ability to be controlled by randomly generated instructions is a result of the weak ability, or complete lack of ability, of machines to think. Machines don’t have a brain and so it’s easy to make them do “machine tricks” like senseless, random behaviour. People, on the other hand, think too much and ironically this tends to make them behave more repetitively instead of more creatively.


Portrait of Sindbad

So what are we good for? Sorting the good ones out from the bad ones, which is something that will probably always be beyond a machine’s capability, art being the sort of difficult to define thing that it is. Push buttons. Slide sliders. Interpret error messages… there’s plenty of work for us, brain-encumbered, creatures to do.

And write blog postings. Can a machine ever write a blog posting? No way! It’s us, who control the machines and direct their development that alone can do that. We’re the ones who do the thinking and comment on the processes and principles. Speak your mind and we’ll all be enriched and improved by it. The re-education camps are a thing of the past now. It’s safe to speak out, comrades. The Great Leader has said so. Let a thousand fractal art postings blossom!

Aw, get real! You’re comparing the guy to Chairman Mao!

Well. Categorically speaking, I think the analogy is pretty good. He forbids his subjects from speaking out and just as Mao encouraged everyone to criticise his Government and then jailed everyone who was naive enough to take his words literally, they all know well enough to keep their mouths shut, or at the very least, not to be the first to speak out.

I think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Don’t you?

Hey, that’s another good one. “Mountain out of a molehill”. Yes, I’d like to see fractal art become a mountain instead of the molehill that it currently is!

Look. I haven’t got it on me right now, but I’m sure there’s something in the job description of a conscience that says you’re not allowed to use me as a straightman for your blog postings!

You mean, it’s unconscienable?

I don’t know what that means. And I don’t think you’ve spelled it right, either.

You’re a conscience and you don’t know what, “unconscienable” means?

Now you’re insulting me. You know, you’re the kind of guy who’d get sent for re-education even if you did keep silent.

Ha, ha, ha. Well then, I guess there’s no point in folks like me keeping quiet then, is there?

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The Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar 2008

“For some folks I write a profound, richly articulated blog posting, and for others I just draw a picture.”

Here’s my latest commentary on the Fractal Universe Calendar: The Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar.

I made the cover for the Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar, so I’m especially proud of it, despite the lack of a cash bonus.

I think it’s a much better way for me to express my artistic thoughts about the calendar in a form which I feel is more illustrative.

What makes it especially exciting is the way in which it was made. In order to suggest the possibility of life on other planets in the fractal universe (and how it might have evolved) I’ve taken my share of the original images from the 2004 Fractal Universe Calendar and exposed them to damaging levels of graphical radiation that would normally be screened out by the Van Allen Belts of the fractal world.

Compare the 2004 Fractal Universe Calendar images to each of the Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar images and see if you can match the original to the “alternate”. Remember, my share have been run through several of my photoshop filter machines, so this a chance to use your forensic art skills and put flesh back on the bones (once you’ve put the bones back together).

Of course, in most cases you might need to do digital DNA testing to be sure, but each one of the months in the Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar started out as one of the 2004 Fractal Universe Calendar selections. That’s why it’s called it the Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar.

I know. Spectacular idea, isn’t it?

I hope this Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar will help all of Orbit Trap’s loyal readers come to a better understanding of my opinion about the artistic style of the Fractal Universe Calendar.

…And it’s free! Go ahead, save the images or download the whole thing and print out a copy for yourself. It’s my Christmas gift to all those fractal artists who’ve been dreaming of visiting other worlds in the fractal universe and might be encouraged by seeing a few moon rocks first.

—Tim Hodkinson

FAUC: Cover

FAUC: January 

FAUC: February 

FAUC: March 

FAUC: April 

FAUC: May 

FAUC: June 

FAUC: July 

FAUC: August 

FAUC: September 

FAUC: October 

FAUC: November 

FAUC: December 

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Kudos to the people who got off their backsides and did something, I say. Their detractors should be prepared to put their own time, effort and maybe money into a venture if they want something run differently, not just sit in a corner gnashing their teeth, spouting insulting untruths.
WelshWench

Okay.

It’s a deal.

Damien M. Jones once defended his odd protocols (like mixing the judges with the judged) in the Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest by saying “at least I’m doing something.” Well, now so am I.

I helped contribute to the Fractal Alternate Universe Calendar. In keeping with the traditions of the original Fractal Universe Calendar, the work is heavily weighted to showcase the work of the editors.

Like my “Energy Vampire” series, the works that served as a base for the images in the FAUC were initially found (in a previous life) in the 2004 FU Calendar. They’ve been digitally pulverized and pixelly reconstituted, though. And why should this surprise anyone? Isn’t this process just a variation of what most Ultra Fractal artists do? You know, pancake together layers of multiple parameter files mostly written by other people? No wonder so much of what appears on the original FUs look so similar.

Am I trying to make a big art statement here? Nope.

Am I taking a cut of the pie for this calendar? No way. It’s free.

Did I include all of my friends in the calendar? Absolutely not. Well — maybe one.

Terry
Rooms with a View
Blog with a View

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Test-Tube Art


Inkblot Kaos parameter file

Back to fractals. I think I did something to the other machine. It’s leaking oil, or something. I smell something “electrical”, too.

My seven year-old daughter was recently invited to a birthday party. While we were looking around in the Barbie Doll aisle of a department store for a suitable present, me and my nine year-old son came across a misplaced item –TEST-TUBE ALIENS.

I can’t imagine who would put down a kit for “making” aliens in a test-tube and choose a Barbie doll instead because my daughter soon shared our interest in this hand-held Easy Bake oven for mutants. Some poor girl must have gotten a Barbie doll after her mother intervened and told her she’d probably have a lot more fun with a glamour pageant Barbie doll than the TEST-TUBE ALIENS that she picked up on the other aisle (where all the exciting, boy’s stuff is).

My interest in the TEST-TUBE ALIENS subsided somewhat after reading on the back that there were three or four different kinds, and they all had pre-detremined names — and predetermined shapes too, it seemed.

That’s no fun. I was expecting something more along the lines of a genetic experiment with such scrambled genes that the back of the box would only speculate on what they might look like and offer a guarantee that what crawled out of the test-tube wouldn’t threaten the human race with extinction. Ideally, it would also have come with a small handgun for terminating the experiment should things get out of hand… chains break, radio-activity be detected.

Guys like me won’t be designing children’s toys anytime soon.


Inkblot Kaos parameter file

Fortunately fractal programs are also test-tubes — digital ones — and have very few restrictions on them, which makes for hours and hours of frightening recreation. The results aren’t always pretty, but for the mad scientist in the family, they are rarely boring.

Now if you’d prefer to take a look at the Barbie doll aisle instead…

What? Did I go too far again?

Well, it does seem to be a popular calendar, and even if it isn’t, what’s wrong with people liking a type of artwork that’s different from yours?

Alright, sure, folks Christmas shopping in the mall might “like” that sort of thing, or at least buy it, which isn’t really the same thing as saying they think it’s great artwork… but it’s incredibly cliche isn’t it? It makes fractal art look like it’s nothing more than a children’s pin-wheel display. That’s not “arty” artwork.

“Arty artwork”? Sounds like some new animal species. I think you’ve become a test-tube experiment yourself, man. Maybe you should have a warning label.

Hey! You’re just my conscience. You’re not suppose to insult me. You’re supposed to act like Jiminy Cricket and give gentle advice and reminders, like when I’m totally wrong and steadily slipping into a muck hole of depravity.

Alright. Sorry — sorry for having a sense of humour! But back to your impolite comments about the Fractal Universe Calendar; I’ll try to be more Jiminy Cricket-like. I find the calendar’s choice of artwork to be a profound statement of time and very appropriate for what really is the current state of fractal art.

You’re joking again, right?

No, I’m serious. Every year, the same old stuff, reworked by a few people and slapped with a new label: 2005; 2006; 2007… In the words of Samuel Becket, I think, “Nothing ever happens”. You see? That really is the current state of fractal art: a handful of people doing the same old thing every year.

Hmmnn. That’s quite interesting. I didn’t think my conscience would ever come up with anything so cynical!

You’re having a bad influence on me. I’m going to ask to be reassigned.

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Summer in Malibu

Summer in Malibu

Summer in Malibu (1999)

Nine campers view photos
of longboarders and swells of smoke.
Hot Hub said industry crosstalk.
Click the link to flame on and off

premises. Dry weather, a tourist,
checks in and tan lines glow
white hot. Wet suits curdle. Surfers
crawl a foam floor nosing

wipe out exits. The coast highway
burbles plastic, cut by lasers.
Santa Ana blew back in from Texas
till stars flared on hillsides.

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Hot Property

Firefighters fighting the Malibu fire in Carbon Canyon, 2007

Photograph by Adam Housely

From “Let Malibu Burn: A Political History of the Fire Coast” by Mike Davis:

Fire in Malibu has a relentless, staccato rhythm. The rugged coastline is scourged by a large fire, on average, every two and a half years, and at least once a decade a blaze in the chaparral grows into a terrifying firestorm consuming hundreds of homes in an inexorable march across the mountains to the sea. In one week last month, 10 homes and 14,000 acres of brush went up in smoke.

[…]

From the very beginning, fire has defined Malibu in the American imagination. Sailing northward from San Pedro to Santa Barbara in 1835, Richard Henry Dana described (in Two Years Before the Mast) a vast blaze along the coast of Jose Tapia’s Rancho Topanga Malibu Sequit. Despite (or, perhaps, because of) Spanish prohibition of the Chumash and Gabrielino Indians’ practice of annual burning, mountain infernos repeatedly menaced the Malibu area throughout the 19th century. During the boom of the late 1880s, the entire ex-Tapia latifundium was sold at $10 per acre to the Boston Brahmin millionaire Frederick Rindge. In his memoirs, Rindge described his unceasing battles against squatters, rustlers and, above all, recurrent wildfire. The great fire of 1903, which raced from Calabasas to the sea in a few hours, incinerated Rindge’s dream ranch in Malibu Canyon and forced him to move to Los Angeles, where he died in 1905.

[…]

While county crews were still racing to the scene, the implacably advancing fire ambushed its first victims at a ranch a few hundred yards downhill from the water tanks. Miscalculating the fire’s velocity, residents Ron Mass and Duncan Gibbins foolishly attempted to defend their homes with a garden hose. They recognized their mistake almost immediately, but it was too late. Mass jumped into his Jeep, but the fire caught him before he could get out of the driveway. Hideously burned, he managed to stagger to the edge of Old Topanga, where firefighters saw him, his blistered arms “outstretched like a scarecrow.” British screenwriter Gibbins, meanwhile, had dashed back to rescue his cat. He ran right into the fire’s deadly thermal pulse. It charred 95 percent of his body. Paramedics later discovered him, barely conscious, in the ranch’s swimming pool. “‘I don’t want to die,’ he said over and over,” recounted the Times. “Smoke poured from his mouth, and he talked in the terrible high-pitched squeal of a man with lungs scorched beyond repair.” (Gibbins died later in the hospital, but Mass survived his third-degree burns.)

[…]

Malibu at dusk was a surreal borderland between carnival and catastrophe. Nonchalant crowds played video games on the pier while television news helicopters hovered overhead like noisy vultures and the Coast Guard cutter Conifer stood offshore, ready to evacuate residents. Beneath the flaming hills, the Pacific Coast Highway was paralyzed by a hopeless tangle of arriving fire trucks and fleeing Bentleys, Porsches and Jeep Cherokees. Hundreds more locals trekked out on horseback, by bike or on foot. A few escaped on skates. Three hundred Sheriff’s deputies were brought in to guard against looting. The chaotic exodus was oddly equalizing: panicky movie stars mingled with frantic commoners. Confronted once again with its a destiny as a fire coast, Malibu replied in the vernacular. “This is hell, dude,” one resident told the Times. “I’m expecting to see Satan come out any time now.”

Although today’s featured image was made in 1999, the firestorm cycle returned in 2003 and again just last month to wash through Malibu’s hills and canyons like a brimstone heavy.

There is nothing wrong with making beautiful fractals — or engaging in art for art’s sake. But like all good art, fractals can and should travel other roads not taken — political-social-cultural expression, mirrors to nature, and humor (including sarcasm and irony).

Or historical documentation — which, at least for today, burns the most fiercely.

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Rooms with a View
Blog with a View

Original poem, 2007. Image originally made in Sterling-ware and post-processed until blowback produced a blue screen of death.

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Peter and Alice visit Santa


Santa’s Bunker

Peter and Alice were still a long way off, but stopped to take another look through the telescope.

“I can see it!’ said Peter, “It has to be Santa’s home. But it looks strange.”

“Here, let me see” said Alice. “That’s barbed wire. It’s all over the place. He’s practically living in a fortress.”

“I guess it’s true, then” said Peter, “He really has changed. It’s Santa against the whole world. He’s lost all hope in humanity.”

“He hasn’t lost hope in anything –he’s gone ape-crazy! Get the radio out of your backpack and let’s call in the airstrike before one of his elves picks us off with a sniper rifle.”

“Can’t we at least try to talk to him? He’ll remember us from all those letters we sent him. Maybe all this is just for defense –to protect himself.”

“Sure, let’s talk to him. I suggest we start by ringing his doorbell with a cruise missile.”

-excerpted from: Santa’s Nuclear Gamble, (The All-New Christmas Fireside Companion, 2007)

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The Price of Professionalism

Naysayer

Naysayer (2007)

The price of professionalism is no more costly than the mistakes of amateurs.
–Slogan for MonkeyIT

The fractal contest fracases refuse to “go gentle into that good night.”

After much sound and fury (signifying nothing?) in the OT comments, I finally posed this challenge seeking whether someone could:

explain to me why these contests make good ethical and professional models that reflect well on the fractal community…

To her credit, artist WelshWench made the attempt. I’d like to take the opportunity to address some of her points because they just might shed a bit more light on the problematic nature of both the Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest and the Fractal Universe calendar competition. It is my hope that elaboration here will help to further clarify why both Tim and I have openly expressed concerns about how these competitions are being administered.

But first, I’d like to thank WelshWench for keeping her remarks civil — a trait lacking in some of our critics.

WelshWench says:

I disagree that there is a conflict of interests when rules and conditions are clearly set out. No one who entered a fractal image for either the Calender or the BMFAC who had basic comprehension skills could have been under any misunderstanding whatsoever.

I disagree that they are conducted in an “unethical” manner for the same reason.

I have never argued the rules were not made public or were deceptive in any way. Instead, I have tried to point out that disclosure does not automatically make rules fair or ethical. Whether contestants agree to submission requirements also has no bearing on their justness. You seem to be arguing that contest organizers can set their own standards for propriety as long as they make a public, transparent disclosure of their intentions. Here are a couple of results from such open books: 40.3% of the images selected for the Fractal Universe calendars from 2005-2008 came from just four people — the two current editors and the two previous editors. This year, the BMFAC “rules” allowed the judges to claim 40% of the exhibition space. If, next year, the “rules” set out that BMFAC’s judges will claim 90% of the available walls, will you still have no problem with the rightness of such stipulations?

Basically, we have asked questions about these contests in two areas: professionalism and conflicts of interest. Conflicts of interest occur when judges have personal interests that give them motives for accepting or rejecting entries for reasons other than perceived artistic merits. Wikipedia notes the following:

A conflict of interest exists even if no unethical or improper act results from it. A conflict of interest can create an appearance of impropriety that can undermine confidence in the person, profession, or court system.

Conflicts of interests in art competitions are acknowledged and have been widely addressed. For example, the College Art Association established guidelines in their “Statement of Conflict of Interest.” According to that text, one situation that “may present a potential conflict of interest” is the following:

The juror has a personal relationship with the nominee. Personal relationships that may create a conflict of interest include: family member, domestic or professional partner, research collaborator, teacher/mentor, student, dissertation advisor/advisee.

We have noted before and documented that current or former students of at least one judge were selected for the BMFAC exhibition. We asked if any safeguards were in effect to guard against such conflicts of interest — and have received no reply. Although WelshWench claims that the “rules and conditions have clearly been set out,” this is not true; neither competition specifies procedures for handling potential conflicts of interest, including personal relationships judges have with contestants.

We’ve also wondered about Ultra Fractal’s prominence in the BMFAC contest. The massive submission sizes could be seen as favoring UF over some other programs incapable of producing such large dimensions. Moreover, a high percentage of exhibited images have been made with UF — and most of the judges work primarily with that particular program. So what’s the problem? Another “potential conflict of interest” mentioned by the CAA is:

The juror could benefit from the decision financially.

Several of the judges receive payment for teaching courses on the use of Ultra Fractal. Would they not thus potentially have a stake in its promotion — more sales? more students? Again, what safeguards were in place to prevent any possibility of influence peddling? This is a legitimate question. After all, as we saw above, a conflict of interest can exist “even if no unethical or improper act results from it.” Several BMFAC winners admitted taking UF courses taught by a judge or judges.

One might further ask if there are other BMFAC ties to UF — especially since Jones, the contest director, hosts both the BMFAC site and the Ultra Fractal site on the same server— not to mention his personal galleries there, too. If nothing else, he likely benefits from considerable linked cross-traffic — and some of those surfers will stumble into his print pricing page.

WelshWench says:

You have a valid point that most competitions/contests do not include the judges work. But then most contests/competitions which are completely open charge fees for entries and quite a few I have seen which are solely for digital works also require the artists to stump up the cost of printing and framing, which is not the case for either of these.

The fees charged in many cases are, I would suggest, not only to cover the cost of the actual exhibition venue and associated publicity but also used to compensate the judges for their time. I would also suggest that having a single piece of one’s own work exhibited is minimal compensation for the time spent judging the submitted works.

Indeed, most contests in any of the fine arts do not include the work of judges. And why is that? I’d argue it’s because doing so instinctively raises wave-the-red-flag ethical questions and fuels concerns about an appropriate level of professionalism.

You’re right. Entry fees are common — used to cover the costs of displaying work, of publicity, and of paying judges. But you’ve left off something — something of critical importance for this discussion. Entry fees also commonly pay for screeners — individuals hired to prune down the large bulk of initial contest entries into a smaller, more manageable group of finalists who are then chosen for awards by (in most cases) a single judge or (sometimes) by a modest panel of judges.

And this is the stage where both fractal competitions go wrong. Why? Because they have turned their screeners into judges. Then, to make matters worse, they compensate them by allowing inclusion of their work to be displayed beside those they have juried. The result? The contests become flooded (at a rate of about 40%) with the screeners-now-judges’ works at the expense of the contestants. And how does this look to the outside? At best — it appears extremely unprofessional. At worst — it looks openly and unmistakably rigged.

Now, if these screeners were merely paid for their work and had none of their art in either competition, would I be asking questions about possible improprieties? No. If the panel members of BMFAC had winnowed the entries and passed on finalists only to Professor Mandelbrot for judging — and then included several fractals of his –would that process be acceptable? Yes. Even respectful — as a gesture of courtesy to a judge — one judge.

But 40% of the final product? In the case of the FU, which is a hybrid of a publishing venture mashed with a competition, the editors function as screeners, and then the bigwigs at the publishing house make the final call. Why not just pay the FU screeners strictly for their services — and hire even more screeners as insurance against potential conflicts of interest? Even if one accepts WelshWench’s view that including a “single work” is “minimal compensation,” it’s worth noting that inclusion in FU also comes with a paycheck — and editors can submit additional work of their own (beyond the one piece grandfathered in as “minimal” compensation) into the batch of “finalists” sent to the publishers. Obviously, it’s good to be a current or former editor at FU — as seen by the astronomical acceptance rate for that diminutive group of four individuals.

BMFAC is worse because it’s grounded in being first and foremost a publicity package for the judges. It was set up to front an invitational exhibition (of Jones’ buds) who then are given a blank check to mix their unjuried work with that of the judged-by-them “winners.” Thus, the judges’ art takes on a more prestigious glow as the distinction blurs between juried and self-selected pieces. WelshWench’s minimal compensation of one image per judge adds up quickly here — especially since these judges aren’t content with just being shown in the same space as the innumerable web-based “prizewinners.” No, BMFAC judges insist upon the resume-packing (and probably more profitable in the long run) wallop of inclusion in the gallery exhibit. With a ratio of 10 judges to 15 “winners,” the judges swallow up almost half the walls — and that’s before a single contest entry dribbles in. Talk about having your cake and eating it way beyond “minimal compensation.” The judges have front row, reserved seats that come with free backstage pass perks.

And, yes, it’s nice not to have shell out expenses to mat, frame, and ship a print to Spain — but a price is still being paid by the artists. They are giving up some artistic control over how their art will be presented. Jones says the printing and framing done for BMFAC is of the highest quality, and I have no reason to doubt him. Still, I’d always prefer my prints to be done by my own professional printer — who understands how to bring out the best in my work. I also prefer keeping control over what inks and papers and canvas and mats and glass and frames will be used when my work appears in public venues. You have to ask: will a free contest assure the same quality control as you would?

WelshWench says:

So here’s a serious, if hypothetical, question for you: would you prefer to see very many fractal artists excluded from entering competitions because they couldn’t afford the entry fee and/or the costs of printing and framing? What about a contest that attracted many times the number of final exhibits at $25 a pop? How much of a profit do the organisers have to make before that verges on unethical?

To answer your hypothetical question requires some context. Do I want to see fewer artists enter fractal contests because financial constraints leave artists unable to afford entry fees, framing fees, and shipping fees? Of course not. But compared to what? Compared to having contests where conflicts of interest are not fortified and judges get a back door bye allowing them to eat up nearly half the presentational space? Well, what’s the lesser of two evils? I’d rather have a fair but pricier contest than one blowing off professionalism and shrugging off improprieties. Free lunches usually come with some kind of consequences.

Would I like a fractal contest that price gouges artists in an attempt to blatantly line the organizer’s pockets? Absolutely not. Such competitions would be grossly unethical and should be vigorously condemned. If a fractal contest appears that conducts itself in such a fashion, I will be here on OT to speak out immediately against any such practices that border on extortion.

But there are no such fractal contests at the moment. There are only the two under discussion. Their practices are not hypothetical.

Besides, are these the only choices available — favoritism vs. profiteering? How about a fractal contest run like most of the art contests you alluded to earlier? One that keeps the professional distance between judges and contestants, charges a reasonable entry fee to pay organizational and screening/judging expenses, outlines guidelines guarding against conflicts of interest, and keeps entry requirements expansive enough to include as many programs (and thus styles) as possible? Perhaps the fractal community needs a guild or an organization to draft some generally agreed upon guidelines. There is a precedent. The Graphic Artists Guild composed and adopted such a document back in 1980.

WelshWench says:

I think there’s room for both sorts of contest. But from what I’ve seen, without the organisers of the Calendar competition and the BMFAC, there wouldn’t be any purely fractal competitions, let alone ones that people could enter at no cost to themselves.

I think there are really only two categories of art competitions: those run with a high degree of professionalism and those run with a low degree of professionalism. Personally, I’d rather face the prospect of having no purely fractal art competitions than continuing on with the status quo unchanged.

Why? I think we are all paying a very high cost for how these two contests are being handled. Ask yourself: how does it look to those outside of our small fractal fish tank when our competitions are nearly half-filled with the work of judges rather than contestants? Do we want fractal art taken seriously by the larger art world? Then we better begin appearing to art outsiders like we are professionals who care deeply about ethics and standards. Doing so means adhering to established practices designed to safeguard the integrity of our competitions — as well as being willing to make sacrifices other art professionals routinely endure to ensure competitions maintain integrity and evenhandedness. We should not be defending questionable practices as either business-as-usual or as better-than-nothing.

There’s always a price to pay for professionalism. I wonder if our community has evolved to the point where we are willing to pay it.

If not, then hunker down and get used to art establishment honchos viewing us as amateurs and hacks who seem all too willing to turn a blind eye to corruption and cronyism.

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Spider Writing

Block-waving is all about lines. If there’s no lines, then you just end up with a pile of block-waved mush.

I was looking through an old book on my computer. It was a series of scanned, tiff images. I noticed the fine lines in the black and white engravings and instantly opened it up in ShowFoto and block-waved it. As is often the case in exploratory oil exploration or prospecting for gold, the results were disappointing; all it made was a whole lot of (uninteresting) tangled threads.

But I don’t expect these things to work out the first time, so I tried another black and white engraving. This one wasn’t a full page illustration, so it had some text included in the tiff image, above and below it. I didn’t bother to crop the image out and just went ahead and block-waved the whole page, illustration and text.

The full-page tiff images are quite large and I had to scroll down to look at the illustration. I did it so quickly in fact, that I didn’t pay any attention to the part that was just text. Again, the image was just a mess of smudgy bubbles and chopped up bits. But the caption just below it caught my eye:

Weird. Who would ever have thought of applying graphics filters to text? Not even me. But the block-waved text was more interesting than the image; like some sort of bizzare alien hieroglyphics. The words had turned into pictures.

This is what I find makes digital art, and fractal art as well, so interesting: the algorithms often have surprising, creative results and there’s always something new turning up just when you think you’ve seen it all.


“they’ve got a grand piano and they play it loud behind the Diamond Door…”

Some clothing manufacturers in Asia incorporate Western writing, like English words, into the designs on their clothing because it looks nice and gives a foreign look to it. To a Westerner, however, these “decorative” words and phrases can be easily read. To the foreigner, these “foreign” decorations often appear as meaningless, senseless strings of words, chosen, it would seem, for their graphical appearance and nice looking shapes without any regard for what they actually say.

Which make you wonder. What would those Chinese characters used as design elements on Western clothing actually say when read by someone who speaks Chinese? In the West, as in the East, foreign alphabets are used as stylish, graphical emblems completely removed from their usual function of communication.


Already, this new alphabet is evolving

In that sense Spider Writings are abstract art in its purest sense: they represent or stand for nothing, except themselves. In this particular case, abstract writing. Words that are an exact picture of what they describe –which is themselves, actually.


Looks evil, doesn’t it?

The pictographs of our time
made by a computer, naturally
on the walls of digital caves
in the time of the 21st century savage
the Digicene Period

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Damien, Inc.

A Crash Course in Reaganomics

A Crash Course in Reaganomics (2000)

The medium is the message…
Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media

Marshall McLuhan was concerned with the observation that we tend to focus on the obvious. In doing so, we largely miss the structural changes in our affairs that are introduced subtly, or over long periods of time. Whenever we create a new innovation — be it an invention or a new idea — many of its properties are fairly obvious to us. We generally know what it will nominally do, or at least what it is intended to do, and what it might replace. We often know what its advantages and disadvantages might be. But it is also often the case that, after a long period of time and experience with the new innovation, we look backward and realize that there were some effects of which we were entirely unaware at the outset. We sometimes call these effects “unintended consequences,” although “unanticipated consequences” might be a more accurate description.
Mark Federman, “What is the Meaning of The Medium is the Message?”

Now that the pixel dust surrounding our open criticism of the mechanics of the Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest seems to have settled, it is worth examining the reactions we received here at Orbit Trap. For the most part, our observations were ignored — at least in terms of refutation. At best, the few explanations we received took the form of providing historical background. We learned the ostensible rationale for allowing BMFAC judges to mix work with the judged (those plebian sponsors insisted on the terms). We got the deep background on how The Fractal Universe calendar competition was established way back when and designed from day one to allow editors to conveniently slip their own work into the final product. The history lessons were mildly entertaining — but none of them addressed the critical ethical lapses and jaw-dropping conflicts of interests displayed by the two best-known fractal competitions.

And what was the primary reaction to the questions we raised here on OT? Attack. Besmirch. Insult.

The consistency of the responses reminded me of a post by political blogger Digby when she discussed what she called cognitive relativism. The context for her remarks was drawn from the recent flap when Rush Limbaugh called Iraq War critics with military backgrounds “phony soldiers.” Digby noted:

The Republicans have so fetishized the troops that it causes severe cognitive dissonance (and a potential fracture with their base) for Rush to come right out and say what he wants to say, which is that veterans and soldiers who disagree with the president on the war are traitors. But it slips out in little ways: “staff puke” and “phony soldier” and his insistence that you can’t be a good “Republican” (soldier) and be critical of the war.

[…]

It’s all wrapped in the warped worldview I described above, in which the Democratic party is not just wrong, it’s fundamentally illegitimate. And anyone who disagrees is a traitor, including, apparently, the vast majority of Americans who do not support this war.

Digby, of course, is alluding to the tendency of the American right-wing attack machine to question the patriotism of neocon critics. Worse, such critics deserve castigation as traitors for even daring to raise questions or to challenge status quo policies.

Tim and I began to notice similar reactions once we suggested that all was not quite right in Fractaldom. We were “cowards” who refused to “get over” the way things inherently had to be. We were “behaving irrationally” and “tempted to do something rash” (see the comments to this OT post) — and our assertions were “ridiculous,” “beyond absurd,” and “utter poppycock.” Some commenters demanded repeated apologies. It was clear we had to be “self-serving,” boring,” and “pedantic.” In other words, if the messengers are stabbed often enough, then perhaps readers will forget what messages were delivered in the first place.

And, as Digby noted, there was a further sense that even raising such questions was fundamentally illegitimate. Damien M. Jones threw this in my face: “You’re no prophet regurgitated from the belly of a fish, forced to deliver a message of impending doom.” How dare I cast myself in a Moses role to bring down truth from the mountaintops — by having the gall to be deranged enough to question Jones’ actions and thus continue to “speak out of my ass”? And Keith MacKay, in a (now deleted) post thread on his newly established forum, explained his decision to ban me from his forum’s blog was to insure I wouldn’t keep on “pissing on the fractal community” — as if raising questions about the appropriateness of how fractal contests are run somehow personally tarnishes every fractal artist. In short, Tim and I are “traitors” to the community for speaking up in the hope that people administering fractal competitions do so in a fair and ethical manner.

But, just as Rush Limbaugh can’t wrap his mind around the fact that some Iraq veterans can be Democrats, OT’s critics can’t see that Tim and I are just as much a part of the fractal community as they are. Moreover, they seem unable to comprehend why we prefer a clean neighborhood to a dirty one.

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There’s something else on my mind lately.

It’s one thing to suck up 40% of the wall space for an exhibition — as the judges for this year’s BMFAC did lately. But it’s another thing to buy up 40% (or more?) of the web space used to present fractal art galleries, software, and contests.

And, yet, that is exactly what Damien M. Jones has done.

You have to give him high marks for cleverness. If you build your own server, they will come. And come they did. To join his in-house web ring — the Infinite Fractal Loop. To nestle their web pages on his private fractal clearinghouse — Fractalus. To download his personally championed software — Ultra Fractal. To enter his contests and read his Fractal FAQs and join his mailing lists. Welcome, one and all, to Damien, Inc.

And what does Jones reap for all of this sowing — besides bandwidth expenses? Who knows if he gets a cut of the UF profit pie? And who cares? Not me. I’m not against artists or programmers making money for their creative efforts. But still I wonder. Is Jones truly a saintly, altruistic patron of the fractal arts?

Certainly, he gets some benefits from underwriting a controlled environment to his own liking. Hits aplenty come to his site(s) — and, eventually, make their way to his personal gallery, his aptly named Egosite, his personal rants, or his account of conversion to Christianity. Just as the BMFAC contests make sure the judges have their space first, there’s no shortage of Jones to be found on the “collective” that is Fractalus. Even though Jones uses the plural “we” to describe the mission of Fractalus, the site definitely starts with and centers on him.

And that’s why Jones’ empire reminds me of Reaganomics. It focuses on what George W. Bush once called “the have-mores” — like the privileged few who are hosted by Fractalus — or the FODs (Friends of Damien) who double as BMFAC judges — or the Olympians invited into the BailOuts, a private, invitation-only UF fractal list/club. The rest is all trickle down. You serfs might get dribbled an Honorable Mention in the latest contest — but only as a tossed bone to ensure the judges have a permanent place-setting at the annual exhibit table. Or, here, have a crumb — a small spot in the IFL ring — a corner nook to park your blog.

Yes, Jones once offered to house Orbit Trap on Fractalus. Tim and I thanked him, but said no. Why?

I guess we fretted over those “unanticipated consequences” Federman mentioned earlier. As McLuhan notes, he who controls the medium controls the message. If you’re snugly nuzzled in somewhere under Jones’ web blanket, don’t get too comfortable. Don’t question the natural order. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. It’s his house, kids. And his rules.

And what happens if you cross him and his? I know.

You’re thrown out into the street — because what you see as free expression can be twisted and labeled as irrationality. And once you’ve abandoned reason, aren’t you thus more prone to rash behaviors– like having the nerve to presume to disagree with Jones? You’ll surely be called a “security risk” — after the fact, of course — and must be given the boot to protect the safety of the good squatters who politely keep mum on Jones’ server. Never mind that you’re hardly a genius kid hacker huffing down Cheetos in a basement in the Philippines and wouldn’t know the first thing about cracking ice (hey, I read Neuromancer) to pillage folders. Never mind that most of this blog’s readers know that Fractalus has to be one of the most buttoned-down, secure servers on this planet. Such charges must be laughable. Such actions by Jones will be obviously punitive. But with plenty of obfuscation, maybe people will be gullible enough to believe you were ousted because you posed a threat.

But it’s not a server that’s threatened. It’s Jones’ empire itself.

So to anyone homesteading in Jones’ kingdom, just bear in mind it’s a feudal system — and there’s a price to pay your lord for that free lunch. Don’t rock the fractal community cruise ship kitchen by openly preparing unpleasant or noisome opinions. And, always, keep any adverse thoughts turned down to a simmer.

Otherwise, that fractal trickle will likely become a drip evaporating in dry air.

And, then, once that happens, as Baudrillard claims and Morpheus of The Matrix observes: Welcome to the desert of the real.

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Columbus

(from the journal of Columbus)

Whereas, Most Christian, High, Excellent, and Powerful Princes, King and Queen of Spain and of the Islands of the Sea…

…this present year 1492, after your Highnesses had terminated the war with the Moors reigning in Europe…

…having been brought to an end in the great city of Granada…

…I saw the royal banners of your Highnesses planted by force of arms upon the towers of the Alhambra…

…the Moorish king come out at the gate of the city and kiss the hands of your Highnesses…

…So after having expelled the Jews from your dominions… ordered me to proceed… to the said regions of India…

…and for that purpose
granted me great favors
and ennobled me
that thenceforth I might call myself Don
and be
High Admiral of the Sea
perpetual Viceroy and Governor
in all the islands and continents which I might discover
and acquire…
…and that this dignity should be inherited by my eldest son
and thus descend
from degree to degree
forever…

…Hereupon I left the city of Granada, on Saturday, the twelfth day of May, 1492, and proceeded to Palos, a seaport…

(from the journal of Columbus)

All the great stories start in Spain.
All of them sad, and all of them true.

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Meet the New Masters


Large Bank with Tree

Just as some people admire the traditional artform of painting because of the skill and effort that goes into making it, I’ve come to realize that I have the same sort of admiration for machine-made art. Furthermore, just as many people will quickly associate artistic merit with almost any subject done in oil paint –the traditional, hard to do, artform– I am also accommodating of work done by machines when it doesn’t seem to have obvious artistic merit, because of the admirable and noble process that made it. I find that “dead” computerized process particularly fascinating and, in turn, gives advanced standing to its results and associate a special “aura” of value to it. In short, I show favoritism when considering the merits of algorithmic art over other artforms; I like it because it was made by a machine.

Although algorithms can be very complicated and creative (fractals, for instance), it’s natural, I think, for anyone to be amazed when the process of just clicking on effects (filters), produces anything of interest. Not so with the talented, dedicated human artist who uses a paint brush; for them we should have a much higher standard because they are free to think and choose and correct, on the fly, rather than blindly carrying out instructions which, by definition, is what algorithms are. We expect human thought and careful reflection to be the more successful strategy and, correspondingly, purely algorithmic, mechanical artwork has to overcome some resistance to it and thereby be twice as impressive to achieve equal standing.

If it were a matter of marks, then a machine’s C+ ought to be “corrected” to a rank equivalent to an artist’s A. Carried to it’s logical conclusion, artists would then have to work very hard to get their work noticed above that of a machine. Since machines can be very prolific in their output, it’s conceivable that when algorithmic art is given it’s proper, advanced standing, that human, home-cooked art will rarely be given much attention, at all –beyond the museum, that is, and special, nostalgic “tribute” events, specialty websites or obscure webrings.

But don’t fear, you humans! There’ll be plenty of honorable mentions given out so you won’t feel like losers when compared to the machines who soar high in the stratosphere of art, plucking gold from the heavens. Machines might be cold and insensitive, but they’re not stupid. Even a scratch-and-win coupon or promotional contest will say, “Sorry, try again”.

(Was that a cheap shot?)

(No, I wouldn’t say so. You’re just commenting on what’s going on around you: current events. “Free country” and all that.)

(But didn’t I take a perfectly innocent post about algorithmic art and turn it into a sudden back-handed slap at the contest? Won’t the peanut gallery get upset and start lambasting me with the same sort of short, sharp insults that made the whole thing begin to look like some political fight which completely overshadowed the real issue and left it conveniently ignored?)

(I don’t know. I think everyone’s forgotten about the contest, really. I don’t see anyone lambasting you in a gauntlet of angry comments or offsite “forum fallout”, this time. The herd doesn’t care and they aren’t interested in what it all means or doesn’t mean. They haven’t gotten over it, they’ve stepped over it.)

(Ha, ha, ha… Stepped over it! That’s great! Like dog dirt or garbage. I want to put that in my blog posting. Stepped over it! Nice one. But. Is that a cheap shot?)

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Fresh-made Rothko

These days, you could find yourself travelling half-way around the world in a few hours. And in the world of art: a couple clicks and you could find yourself in the Louvre. That’s the reality of our tiny, modern world: technology takes our little feet and straps jet engines on them.

Unfortunately, there are no licensing requirements for these turbine-powered, photoshop filters. The accidents will continue. He’s my latest attempt to land safely in the Louvre.

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Stone of Mystery!

Look at it. Stare into it.

Learn it’s mysteries –if you dare!

Stop! Stop!
Your mind is in its icy grip!
Run, you fool!
The Stone of Mystery will DESTROY YOU!!!
Your puny brain can not survive its thunderous torrent of KNOWLEDGE!!!
(sung to the tune of, “Here Comes Santa Claus”)

Could this be the innocent precursor of… The Stone of Mystery?

I started with an old record cover I found at mentomusic.com; India Inked it, double resized it and wheeled it into the ever promising, and soon to be famous, block wave filter from digiKam’s showFoto. Then I cropped out a piece of it that looked great at the time, but which I have since deleted. This was then distorted several ways to produce something that looked like a Mayan temple painted pink and sitting in a snowstorm, which I then deliberately saved as a black and white, two-color file, for some reason.

Upon noticing the fine, intricate lines it had just then acquired, I returned to the block wave filter (the roulette wheel of filters). It was double resized again and finally, shackled to the table, sent back up and reanimated with the filter set on high (77 instead of 25).

Voila. The tricks of Clickery made plain. It looks easy, so easy, until you learn the torturous route I travelled to make it.

But, I am a hero, and thus, it is my lot to wrestle with the heroic. And now, unable to endure the comfortable ease of victory and it’s resulting decadent rewards, I struggle onwards, always onwards, to reveal…

Son of… Stone of Mystery!

Smaller.
Shallower.
Cheaper to produce.
But, featuring previously unreleased scenes, that didn’t make the final cut, the first time, because the movie going public were not ready for them.
Has a much better soundtrack, too.


-with thanks to Universal Pictures Inc., 1957

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The Dead CEO Watches His Back

The Dead CEO Watches His Back

The Dead CEO Watches His Back (2007)

Your decisions
passed on cancer. A memo meant
as a joke kills
quicker than all layoffs.

Death won’t get you
a bye. Workers lean from chemo
and fleeced pensions
speak of you to lawyers.

Your investing
and gilded chute fold up in wind
like a bum umbrella.
Safe in the grave

your pockets are plucked
by grifters and mentored vultures
and needy downsized proles
pray you rot more.

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And in recent news. From chron.com (10-8-07):

The Supreme Court reacted skeptically today to arguments that banks, lawyers, accountants and suppliers should be held liable for helping publicly held companies deceive investors.

Chief Justice John Roberts and Justice Antonin Scalia suggested that federal law imposes strict limits on shareholders who want to sue companies and firms other than the one in which the investors hold stock.

The two conservative justices subjected a lawyer for corporate investors to tough questioning during arguments as the justices try to set boundaries in stockholder lawsuits for securities fraud.

[…]

The outcome of the case will determine the fate of a separate suit by Enron shareholders who are seeking over $30 billion from banks accused of colluding with the energy company to hide its debts.

If the court rules against investors, “it will mean the end of the case” for Enron shareholders and the banks that were primarily liable, attorney Patrick Coughlin, representing Enron stockholders, said outside the Supreme Court after the arguments.

It’s good to have friends do favors like appoint Supreme Court Chief Justices. You find yourself having to watch your back less — even after death.

Face Detail: The Dead CEO Watches His Back

Face Detail of The Dead CEO Watches His Back

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Poem based on the image. Image initially made with Fractal Zplot. Post-processed until every pixel invested in its future lost everything.

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I’ve been reviewed

I deleted lycium’s (Thomas Ludwig’s) original comment to my posting about Fractal Art isn’t Rocket Science. But his expansion on the theme expressed in his original Orbit Trap comment grew to become an interesting work of art and well worth reading. It was posted in the fractalforums.com site, where I recently found it. It’s not exactly a “positive” review, but for someone like me, any attention is exciting.

A word about criticism. I once read about a sage who adopted the habit of sending all his new students off to listen to his critics. He defended this somewhat unusual teaching practice by saying that until his students had refuted the claims of his critics, he could not begin to teach them anything. I hope you will take lycium seriously and consider the possibility that what he says about me could quite very well be the truth.

Copied verbatim from fractalforums.com. The boxed, indented text is the quoted references from my posting to which lycium responds. His responses are the regular text which follows:

lycium’s review begins here…

just when i thought orbit trap couldn’t get any worse… tim posts this gem: http://orbittrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/fractal-art-isnt-rocket-science.html

i want to take a little time to reply here in detail, where more programmers can see what this man thinks of us.

Quote from: Tim
Would it help me if I had such a solid math and programming background as these super stars did? It doesn’t seem to be helping them out too much.

let the slandering begin…

now honestly, how can someone with such earth-shatteringly poor “artworks” (which bear essentially no fractal traits at all, ignoring the 16 colour lsd-inspired palette) even think to question the works of others, let alone the forerunners of our field?! such collosal arrogance is SO rare, even among arrogant people.

Quote from: Tim
Moving on. What confuses things is that the “tool-makers” can also perform the role of “tool-users”. But the skills and abilities that lead to good tool making are irrelevant when it comes to using those tools to make art.

as if he would know; as if he has the faintest inkling as to what sort of skills and abilities it takes to design a vast fractal parameter space, or a flexible colouring algorithm, or a simple control system and all the other things necessary to hide the reality of fractal generation.

Quote from: Tim
They might as well be two different people because when the “scientist” takes up the tool he made, he begins the same process of discovery as everyone else who takes up that tool.

inhuman ignorance meants superhuman ego. notice how he puts scientist in quotes (!!).

Quote from: Tim
“Crafting nunchuks vs. swinging them like Bruce Lee.”

Quote from: Tim
Sure, the tool maker immediately knows how to operate the tool,

allow me to inline a quote from just sentences earlier: They might as well be two different people because when the “scientist” takes up the tool he made, he begins the same process of discovery as everyone else who takes up that tool.

hmm.

… and here is the tour de force:

Quote from: Tim
Actually the tool maker may have a handicap: he may think he has an edge over the one who is merely a tool-user and come to think his tool-making experience gives extra weight and an enhanced quality to his artwork.

really, this one needs no comment.

Quote from: Tim
Artistic activities, on the other hand, have psychological challenges (objectively evaluating your work; creative inspiration) that the quantitative sciences have less of.


too bad he has neither: (selected from his many “cutting edge” block wave filtered images; there are plenty of these littered about the blog)

tim is just as poor a spokesperson for the social sciences as he is for the fractal community (quoted from http://orbittrap.blogspot.com/2007/09/orbit-traps-change-of-format.html): We invited the Fractal Community to speak for themselves and they didn’t want to. We spoke for them and they told us to shut up.

Quote from: Tim
Furthermore, the precision and absoluteness of the quantitative sciences creates a mindset or approach to art that I think can be a stumbling block in the evolving, shifting, combinant and recombinant, alchemical world of art.

nevermind “different perspective” or “broader view”, it’s a stumbling block to have a clue how the software you’re using works. yup.

Quote from: Tim
But Fractal Art is Art; it’s got its own set of skills and talents, which in the same way, also count for nothing when applied to the world of mathematics.

no, you utterly fail at logic. having a grasp of basic maths DOES help with making fractal art. you just wouldn’t know because you don’t have it, so stop being so damn presumptuous and cocky.

…end of lycium’s review

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Party Guys

Party Guys

Party Guys (2007)

I need my head examined
I need my eyes excited
I’d like to join the party
But I was not invited

Elvis Costello, “Two Little Hitlers”

At first look, tonight’s image seems to show a “couple of wild and crazy guys.” But is there something darker around the edges?

Elvis Costello initially wanted to call his Armed Forces album Emotional Fascism. On that sequence of songs, Costello mixes themes of fascism with contemporary vapid relationships and empty socializing.

The man’s obviously a visionary.

Apparently, the (Nazi) party’s not over. From Blog KC:

A month after an abortive attempt to relocate the Aryan Nations headquarters to KCK, another white supremacist group has held a national conference in Overland Park. The craziest part is that the group held a Hitler birthday party at The Berliner Bear in Waldo and the owner claims he didn’t know about it. M.Toast tips us off to the group’s photo album, showing it must have been really hard to not to notice 30 Nazis, a podium, and a Hitler birthday cake.

Last night on the TV news the owner said he wasn’t there for the Hitler party. He just let them in and left for two hours, and they weren’t “in uniform” when they showed up. Even if that’s true, it would mean that none of his kitchen or wait staffs called to say “um, we have Nazis in the restaurant.” Unless he just turned over the whole restaurant, bar and all, and the Nazis cooked their own food.

Check out these budding Eva Braunoids:

We made a reservation for a thousand year Reich...

They say you’re nothing but a party girl
Just like a million more all over the world

Elvis Costello, “Party Girl”

Whatever happened to reserving the right to refuse service to anyone? I guess these customers were wearing appropriate shoes — and shirts — mostly brown ones.

And what Baskin-Robbins whipped up that Happy Birthday Hitler cake?

But maybe Costello’s connection between totalitarianism and lampshade wearers is dead on. Look at the party guy on the left. Is he wearing an earflap helmet? And do I see a thin mustache on the party guy on the right?

Oh, waiter. I’d like to send this fractal back. As an idea, I think it’s undercooked.

Detail of: Party Guys

Lower left corner detail of Party Guys

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Originally made in Sterling-ware. Post-processed while watching the “Springtime for Hitler” dance numbers from Mel Brooks’ The Producers.

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Click-ism: a Manifesto

I’ve been reading a book about various “-isms” in the art world. Eagerly wanting to follow in the footsteps of those great, outspoken artists of the past and to contribute something new and personal to the exciting pursuit of labels and the ever teetering tower of human achievements, I propose… Clickism.

First rule is: Mouse clicks only.

Second rule is: Start with any kind of image you like, but when you get finished the result should bear no resemblance to the original and in fact, can only be connected to it, with some doubt and lingering uncertainty, by careful DNA testing.

Third rule is: One level of undo, only. Clickism is forward thinking and reflects the relentless progress of technology which refuses to admit mistakes but rather sees them as a challenge and attempts to correct them with more clicking.

Fourth rule is: Stay lazy. Sure you can open your image up in a graphics program and start masking and layering and all that sort of artist stuff, but “painting” is not clicking. Better yet, use software that won’t allow you to use advanced graphical techniques, with the sole, and very important exception of….

Fifth rule is: Photoshop Filters. Freakier the better. It doesn’t matter if they don’t add anything of value to the image –yet, it just makes for more excitement, and the challenge I mentioned in the Third rule, of trying to make something awesome out of something apparently hopeless and growing increasingly dark and shapeless.


the horror, the horror …of Clickism

Sixth rule is: If you can remember where you came from, then you haven’t gone far enough. Apply several crazy filter effects just to get warmed up, and then let ‘er rip! Pretend you’re being stalked or followed by a crazy man or some insane wild animal infected with rabies or a strange new disease introduced by aliens crash landing their spaceship in a remote and forested region and you’ve got to lose them by choosing a series of completely unpredictable and incoherent choices. If the crazy man or the animal catches up, let them help out. Always have a clear idea of where you’re going and don’t go there.

Seventh rule is: More filters. That which does not crash your program will make you stronger. Don’t ask “why?”, instead ask, “what if?”. Look for ones that are “helpful” to the team not necessarily “useful” on their own. Distortions or anything that makes simple but random shapes are always useful, eventually. You never know what will be the final filter that turns something progressively awful into the Mona Lisa of Clickism.

Eighth rule is: The rules are never finished. Ask yourself, “What could I do that I haven’t done?” “What am I not thinking of?”. When you think you’ve reached the end and can’t make anything that even looks half good, then you’re just tired. Get some rest or do something else. Pretty soon you’ll be back and ready to set sail like Sindbad on a new voyage filled with more of the surprises and mysteries of Clickism.

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Evening Stroll

As an art lover, one thing I enjoy about the Internet is that I am always only a few mouse clicks away from a museum.

When Orbit Trap first began, I wrote a post called Morning Walk where I wandered into a few fractal galleries and reflected on what I saw. I’d like to take up that concept again on a semi-regular basis. There is so much good fractal (and fractal-based) art tucked away in the nooks of the Web. It seems to me that one of the obligations of this blog is to dig out fractal gold when one strikes a rich vein.

The advantage of an evening stroll over a morning walk is that hot coffee can be transubstantiated into Jack Daniels. Hopefully, the art we see tonight will burn as it goes all the way down.

No need to call a cab. We’re here.

"Promiscuity" by Karen Jones

Promiscuity by Karen Jones

Karen Jones uses minimalistic suggestion to create sumptuous, evocative images. Very few fractal artists can elicit sensuality as well as Jones. Anyone who’s worked much with fractals knows that occasionally anatomical surprises sometimes show up unexpectedly. But the result is usually not much more than a giggle. Jones’ mines fractals to bring out expressions of sexuality. Her images never result in sniggering. Instead, they are emotionally comforting — even awe-inspiring.

Jones divides her galleries into thematic blocks. All are worth exploring, but I find some more moving than others — especially when she walks on grander, more abstract territory. In the “Philosophy” section, for example, the green sweeping arcs of “Sermon” (I’d add links to referenced images, but Jones does not provide such a mechanism) and the fragmentation and use of open space in “Haunting” are both extremely effective. I also like parts of the “Nature” category, especially the stark forms of “Visions of the Moon” — which reminds me a little of the work of Susan Gardner, another superb fractal minimalist.

But it’s in the area of “Sexuality” that Jones excels. Images like “Sleeping Nude” and “Awakenings” are extremely tactile when examining fleshly desires. But there is nothing prurient or salacious about Jones’ art. Her ability to capture the tenderness and beauty of sexual activity is a remarkable achievement.

"Haberdasher" by Terry W. Gintz

Haberdasher by Terry W. Gintz

Next stop is Into the Mystic, the sprawling site of programmer/artist/photographer/poet Terry W. Gintz. Gintz might be best known for his considerable talents as a programmer (Fractal Zplot, QuaSZ, Fractal ViZion, Crocus, and many others), but today I’m hanging out in his “Poemscapes Gallery.” Having “defaced” (as I was once accused) a few fractals with text myself, I like this media mixing. Gintz has good instincts — using both photographs and fractals to complement his original poetry. The balance works well to create a synergy where neither the image nor the text subsumes but rather brings about a harmonious balance. Moreover, especially compared to some other fractalists who dabble in verse, Gintz is an excellent poet in his own right. His writings are always integrated seamlessly and thematically to his images. Nature (and its ongoing, encroaching loss) is one common theme — but Gintz also shares a deep affinity with the Beats — especially in how poets like Corso would blend elevated language with more common vernacular. “Rush Hour (Zero Emissions)” serves as a prime example of this tendency:

This seething beneath the surface
this impatience for action,
a matchbook of dreams
a flood of farthlings.

No use shooting for grouse
when the roasting pan eludes us.

Watch the fender, buddy!

The metaphors of fire, hunting, and flocking all combine to suggest the restless turbulence about to explode in a rush hour road rage. Other favorites of mine include the heavily post-processing and lush language of “Specialty of the House” (and a poem as sensual as Jones’ work) and an upset-the-9/11-oxcart piece called “Postscript to Atta’s Sunset Diary” with an ending sure to puzzle the irony-deprived. I hear that Gintz has wandered into areas other than programming and fractal art lately — and with his prodigious talents I guess that’s no surprise. But I always find new surprises in the recessed longitudes and latitudes of his “poemscapes.”

"Shell 51" by Stefan Vitanov

Shell 51 by Stefan Vitanov

We’ve been plenty critical here at OT of this year’s Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest’s judges over the last few months. However, one thing they sometimes got right was the competition’s winning and alternate selections. I especially liked Susan Chambless’ luminescent “Shuttered Windows”, Liz Nixon’s radiant “Brushfire” (is it a heavily processed Apo image?), and Vivian Woods’ complex, dynamic “Merlin’s Quest.” It was also nice to find a few XenoDream images in the winner’s circle, including “Sunset Mood” — a striking piece from Stefan Vitanov. A quick surf over to his galleries is well worth your time.

There’s so much to see, it’s hard to know where to start. I wandered first into Vitanov’s “Ruins” room — where one finds a stunning assortment of Fractint works crumbling away like Roman antiquities. I dug the precision of “Architectural Study” and “Golden Temple” — quite a contrast to the chaotic, colorful collisions in his “Abstract” gallery like “Short Before Sunrise 3.”

But it’s the 3D art from XenoDream that really dazzles — like the image above from the “Shells” gallery or much of the art from “Dreamscapes.” Ornate cityscapes, like “Downtown (Part 2)” — this one complete with a fractal sky — rise up to tower in elaborate, telescopic detail. One of my favorites, and certainly among the most rarefied, is “House of Despair” — a monolith that reminded me (with a shudder) of the blown-away facade of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building after the Oklahoma City bombing. Tolkien fans will have fun scrutinizing “Near the Mordor’s Gate.” Is that the Eye of Sauron I spy at the apex of the tallest pyramid? And I’ve only scratched the surface of Vitanov’s expansive site.

Well, it looks like the blog’s about to close for the night. I hope you enjoyed taking a jaunt with me. I plan to take more walks and strolls in the future. After all, there’s no shortage of inventive fractal artists in cyberspace.

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BMFAC UPDATE–

And speaking of the contest-under-a-microscope, the discussion of the propriety of the 2007 Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest spilled over into the Xenodreamers YahooGroup last week (you’ll need to become a member in order to read postings). The contest director and I had a few short exchanges. The most interesting moment was when I asked:

Now that you and the panel members passed out a whopping 71 awards honoring quality this year, doesn’t that mean you can comfortably scrap including the judges’ work (40% of the exhibition, by the way) next year and keep the contest strictly for the contestants?

To which contest director, Damien M. Jones, said:

Actually, yes.

It will be interesting to see if he actually keeps his word. Or will, once more, the contest scapegoats sponsors again “insist” (weeks before being named and via telepathy) that the previous model of hanging (on the wall) judges be kept intact? Time will tell.

Of course, our critiques here at OT had absolutely nothing to do with this sudden, surprising reversal. Jones said the whole issue was “dead,” and I noted that our OT Inbox suggests the contest controversy is far from deceased. Jones retorted that the email he’s received notes Tim and I are “being ridiculous,” and I observed in turn that

It’s possible my circle of correspondence is not quite as closed as yours.

Jones, echoing the tired “sour grapes” refrain of other OT commenters, questioned my motivations by observing:

We made it much clearer right from the start that panel members’ artwork would also be included. Apparently you didn’t find the terms too objectionable, since you entered the contest yourself. Aren’t you just complaining because your work wasn’t selected?

I responded by saying:

I’ve never denied that you did not make your terms public. But open disclosure does not mean your guidelines are inherently ethical or fair. The question is really one of propriety.

You’ve accused me of “sour grapes” several times now. The fact that I entered the contest actually shows just the opposite.

I like to enter contests — at least once. You learn a lot about a contest by participating in it. You come to see how things are run and how you are treated as a contestant. In many writing contests, you cannot see or read the winning work unless you do enter. Once you’ve “experienced” a contest, then you’re better able to decide if further participation is in your best interest.

I’ve been writing for 32 years and making art for 11 years. I bet I’ve entered probably 200+ contests. I did not win or place in most of the competitions I entered. Yet, in all that time, I have only questioned the operation of two contests: yours and the Fractal Universe calendar. There’s a reason. You both have something in common — you mix the work of judges/editors with those they have judged/edited. Such a practice is widely regarded as an unprofessional conflict of interest.

If I was all eaten up with the bitterness of not being selected, wouldn’t I be firing off vinegary missives each time I lost? Yet, I’ve only raised questions about two contests in over thirty years.

It’s a matter of principle, Damien.

Stay tuned. As Yogi Berra liked to say: It ain’t over till it’s over.

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Artists and Craftsmen

Here’s another theory in the rough; something that I think is relevant to Fractal Art, and probably all artforms: There are “Artists” and there are “Craftsmen”.

An artist is… I don’t know what an artist is, exactly. They make “Art”. What is art? It’s more of a concept, somewhat subjective in nature, but not just anything at all. When we look through an art book, something general, like a history of art, then we know what art is. You can feel it, or sense it, maybe not while viewing every item, but I think we all sense something when viewing art that we don’t sense when we’re looking at an image that is merely nice to look at or colorful.

Nice to look at. That’s the other kind of work. People who make works that are only “nice-looking” are what I would call craftsmen. This isn’t supposed to be an insult; it’s just describing what takes place, describing the audience’s experience, or at least mine. Good craftsmanship takes talent, experience and dedication –technical ability. Think of “well-crafted furniture” as opposed to sculpture. They both have qualities of beauty but one of the items is the work of a craftsman and the other is the work of an artist.


Amsterdam Canal

It takes a great craftsman to produce a good copy of an artist’s work. But it takes an artist to design the original. There are probably artists with great ideas that never bring them to fruition because they lack the skills of the craftsman necessary to do that. Artists work with ideas; craftsmen work with media (paint, clay, computer code, tools).

Artists can also be craftsmen and vice versa. In fact, you could say that someone acts as an artist when they’re creating art and as a craftsman when they’re “crafting” something (manifesting the idea).

When something looks really ugly but captures our attention and causes us to feel something and think “deeply” about it, that, I think, is art and nothing more than art. When something looks really “cool” and causes us to feel good or happy, like sunshine, trees and a handful of balloons kind of happy, that’s craftmanship. Eyecandy is probably a better word; sweet, but only satisfying in a shallow, temporary way.

So you’ve got eyecandy at one extreme and at the other, stuff that may lack any sort of visual “attraction” yet is captivating and engaging to the mind in a deep, exhilarating way. Of course, art can be as colorful and sweet as a sugary piece of eyecandy. The essence of art being, I suppose, that it’s beautiful without “looking” good. Or rather, it’s beauty is of an inner kind, which stimulates the mind and it’s appearance is irrelevant.

You could say, I suppose, that there are two kinds of visual beauty: eyecandy, and art; surface and substance. Which is better? or more important? Well, they’re different, aren’t they? Like the proverbial apples and oranges, or like candy and “food”. We want them both, I think. Although I suspect we’d put greater importance on art, the nutritious stuff, because it’s serious and deep, but what I think most people prefer is a combination, some balanced amount of both.

Alright. How “balanced” is Fractal Art? Is it all just craftsmen?. Can an internet search bring up nothing except gallery upon gallery filled with superbly crafted toys for our little eyes and tiny minds to play with, to get bored with, grabbing up another, every few seconds, then going on to the the next brightly coloured Disney-thing in the toybox/website until we’re told it’s time to brush our teeth and go to bed?

The real challenge I see for Fractal Art is, how do you make the deep, thought-provoking, serious kind of art with something like fractals that are generally abstract and lack most of the rich meaning and symbolism that realistic imagery can contain. In other words, how does one move beyond the mere “cool graphics” and “awesome” eyecanding to anything else at all?

My strategy is to focus on the creativity of the algorithms and give the machine a free rein. (Let the computer become your brilliant assistant and steal everything it makes.) This means lots of experimentation, high volume, and picking out the stuff that looks good (if there is any). Of course, I like that sort of thing. It’s fun to play with parameters and anything random.

The other strategy I can see is much more traditional and doesn’t appeal to me at all. You use the fractal machine to produce images that you then assemble (layer) and tweak (mask, I think) and do other stuff, until the artist has actually created a piece of artwork pretty well by hand. There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s the normal way to make art, or was, I suppose, but surprisingly it tends to turn people into craftsmen rather than artists which is quite the opposite of what you’d expect, isn’t it? You would think that human intervention –human expression– would be the essence of art, and the raw output of a machine, lacking any sort of intelligence or intent, ought to be limp and lifeless and artless (no pun intended).

It doesn’t have to be, but it’s been my experience that where you find the unexpected, you are more likely to find art. A very creative mind can produce an unexpected piece of fractal art through layering and masking, but it’s hard, and I might add, getting harder everyday. It requires craftsmanship of the highest order.

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Fractal Art isn’t Rocket Science

The Fractal Art world is an odd place. The strange combination of technical people (mathematicians, engineers, programmers) and artsy, creative people is curious and could almost be the setting for a mystery novel. My wife once told someone at work about my fractal hobby and said they were really impressed after visiting my website that I knew so much about chaos theory and fractal math. Hmmn… I wondered, why would they think I knew anything about math?

Recently, while looking into things, I came across an interesting association of attributes: science credentials and Fractal Art. I “hmmn-ed” again. What’s all this science stuff got to do with making fractal art? Would it help me if I had such a solid math and programming background as these super stars did? It doesn’t seem to be helping them out too much.

The Rocket Scientists are the sword-makers of our artform. They adapt new fractal formulas and all that “chaos stuff”, molding it into forms that are practical and useful in our hands. All our tools come from them, and the tools of the future will come from them also, not from people like me.

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Moving on. What confuses things is that the “tool-makers” can also perform the role of “tool-users”. But the skills and abilities that lead to good tool making are irrelevant when it comes to using those tools to make art. They might as well be two different people because when the “scientist” takes up the tool he made, he begins the same process of discovery as everyone else who takes up that tool.

Building the racing car vs. driving the racing car. Designing the airplane vs. piloting the airplane. Crafting nunchuks vs. swinging them like Bruce Lee. Making a guitar vs. playing that guitar.

Sure, the tool maker immediately knows how to operate the tool, and may know an awful lot about operating that tool, but being creative requires more skill than just being able to use the tools. Actually the tool maker may have a handicap: he may think he has an edge over the one who is merely a tool-user and come to think his tool-making experience gives extra weight and an enhanced quality to his artwork. Artistic activities, on the other hand, have psychological challenges (objectively evaluating your work; creative inspiration) that the quantitative sciences have less of. Furthermore, the precision and absoluteness of the quantitative sciences creates a mindset or approach to art that I think can be a stumbling block in the evolving, shifting, combinant and recombinant, alchemical world of art.

Fractal math is challenging and requires math skills that one can’t acquire quickly (I’m guessing). Programming is another thing that takes dedication and work to be able to do well, especially when complex operations have to be presented via an interface that is easy to use. But Fractal Art is Art; it’s got its own set of skills and talents, which in the same way, also count for nothing when applied to the world of mathematics.

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