uscomic.8bf

I’ve been spending alot of time in my garbage can lately.

Never before has it been such a delight to retieve stuff I thought was worthless, even the things stuck to the bottom of the can. I feed them into the uscomic.8bf machine and out comes instant Strange Tales and Journey into Mystery 1960’s vintage comic book imagery.

Not only that, part of the process reduces the image to only 8 colors which makes for bright and solid indexed pngs with file sizes as small as the prices on old comic books. (They used to sell for 10 or 12 cents in the early 60s.)

Of course it’s not art or anything like that. Are comic books literature?

In keeping with my cheap, economical ways, I’ve been using a program called XnView. It’s just one of those free image viewers that allows you to browse directories of images by creating a bunch of thumbnails.

It also had a few “effects” with it. Nothing special, just versions of common things like oil painting and the shakey shifty smudgy ones. Also a funky dithering thing that makes images look like they’re full of cross hatching and dots like they used to use in the old days to fake colors that were too expensive to print separately.

A really bad inkjet printer does the same thing. It looks great.

Anyhow, XnView has this menu option that says “Adobe Photoshop Plugin.” Now that sounds professional and stuffed with money to me. But no, you can get them for free too.

Whoever figured out how to get Photoshop plugins to work with other programs for free deserves some kind of special award. (That is, as long as it doesn’t cost anything.)

So among three or four hundred other plugins I downloaded one evening, was this uscomic.8bf. Filters or plugins or whatever, are either very cool or absolutely stupid. I got about 398 stupid ones and two cool ones. The other one produces a black and white (2 color) pen and ink image.


What was I thinking when I saved this? (57k)


Oh yeah! Cosmic Creatures and the Invasion from Space! (18k)

The comic filter fixes up lousy color too. Or rather it makes it look like an old comic book; which might not always be what you want.

Of course, the real excitement comes when you start to combine filters and develop sequences or “algorithms” that, more often than not, produce good effects.

For instance, inverting the output of uscomic looks pretty interesting sometimes. It looks silkscreened and rather artsy; not comic bookish at all. But I guess that’s what you’d expect the opposite of a comic book to be.


I could have anti-aliased this, but it would still be a mess (46k)


Aaaaaaa!!! Who left the door open to the 4th Dimension! (16k)

As a somewhat humorous postscript, I accidently discovered the underlying simplicity to much of the uscomic filter. I clicked on the adjust “brightness/contrast/gamma/balance” tool to prepare my raw image for the filter and saw the image go comic book all on it’s own.

It seems the last settings for the tool (which it automatically restored when I went to use it again) were +77 for brightness (range is -127 to +127) and +127 for contrast. This produces almost exactly the same results as the uscomic filter –even the color reduction to 8 colors. Bright images will need to be inverted to complete the effect.

The graphics program is like a guitar. Look at all incredible music that can be made with a guitar. And it’s only got six strings.
 

Probe This!!

Neptune Proble

Neptune Probe (1998)

Ganymede Probe

Ganymede Probe (1998)

These heavenly bodies are still in good standing after astronomers recently convened to decide who would be voted off the cosmic island.

Everyone held its slot in space, and even Xena kicked some Van Allen Butt Belt — everyone except poor elliptical Pluto. Alas, we hardly knew ye. From National Geographic:

The distant, ice-covered world is no longer a true planet, according to a new definition of the term voted on by scientists today [8-24-06].

“Whoa! Pluto’s dead,” said astronomer Mike Brown, of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, as he watched a Webcast of the vote. “There are finally, officially, eight planets in the solar system.”

In a move that’s already generating controversy and will force textbooks to be rewritten, Pluto will now be dubbed a dwarf planet.

But it’s no longer part of an exclusive club, since there are more than 40 of these dwarfs, including the large asteroid Ceres and 2003 UB313, nicknamed Xena — a distant object slightly larger than Pluto discovered by Brown last year.

[…]

Pluto has been demoted because it does not dominate its neighborhood. Charon, its large “moon,” is only about half the size of Pluto, while all the true planets are far larger than their moons.

In addition, bodies that dominate their neighborhoods, “sweep up” asteroids, comets, and other debris, clearing a path along their orbits. By contrast, Pluto’s orbit is somewhat untidy.

Yeah. Nothing’s worse than an untidy wannabe planet. Somebody get an industrial Dustbuster and sweep this galactic imposter under the heliosheath.

But more than science textbooks will have to be recalled faster than those spontaneous combustion laptop batteries. Popular culture itself will need to be reconstituted. Consider this tragic case:

I'm killing that Jetsons' mutt and changing my name to Astro.

Disneyologists argue that the Gang already includes a male dog, Goofy, who, like the other members, can walk and talk. Including a non-speaking quadrupedal character like Pluto would necessitate the inclusion of other insufficiently anthropomorphized animals such as background cats, birds, and humorous bees.

[Image seen on Jetting Through Life. Text from Tom the Dancing Bug by Ruben Bolling.]

Pluto’s downsizing will likely leave some astronomers scurrying to pawn their telescopes as their employment orbit decays faster than Hubble‘s. One victim will be 93-year-old Patricia Tombaugh, widow of Clyde Tombaugh, Pluto’s discoverer. Her reaction, according to MSNBC’s Cosmic Log:

“I don’t know just how you handle it. It kind of sounds like I just lost my job,” she told AP from Las Cruces, N.M. “But I understand science is not something that just sits there. It goes on. Clyde finally said before he died, ‘It’s there. Whatever it is. It is there.'”

There, huh. Now beat it. Half lights out, pal. We don’t want any. Sign up your planetary has-been behind for the no-flyby no-call (us-we-call-you) list.

Meanwhile, in an Orbit Trap exclusive, yr blogger — through my unnamed source I’ll call “Cosmic Dustball” — was able to obtain this exclusive webcam footage of some Plutonian freedom fighters reacting to the news of their planet’s solar system washout:

The revolution will not be hypercomplexed.

Mutiny on Pluto (2003)

We want to be a world and we want it now!!

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I worry that my last post might render me as a somber anarchist out to bring down fractal civilization, so I thought I’d lighten up a little with this fatuous-free exercise in using fractal art to help spin an illustrated narrative.

Neptune: Generated in Tiera-Zon. Minimally post-processed.

Ganymede: Generated in Tiera-Zon. Minimally post-processed.

Mutiny: Generated in Fractal Zplot. Heavily post-processed.

The other machine

It sits there, quietly. Unused but waiting.

Sometimes while working on the fractal machine, I look over at it. Our eyes meet. I say nothing and return to the fractal machine.

Before I discovered fractals my hobby was making seamless background tiles and web graphics in my graphics progam.

I made thousands, maybe ten thousand tiles. It was a lot of fun taking any kind of image and working it over with filters and effects then hitting the “make seamless” filter.

I used the GIMP because it’s the most graphics program you can get for free. Photoshop probably has more capabilities but I couldn’t justify paying that much for something that was just a hobby.

I’m not trying to boast or anything, but when you make ten thousand unique background tiles over the course of three years, working for a couple of hours every evening, you aquire some familiarity with your graphics machine. If I had practiced the piano or guitar that much, I’d be a reasonably good musician. Anyone would be.

But then I discovered fractals and the effect of the seamless filter didn’t “become” them. I made one seamless fractal tile early on, and despite many hours of subsequent work, couldn’t make another that looked appealing.

So with the arrival of my fractal machine…. dust settled on my graphics machine.

Occasionally I sparked it up to make some web graphics to accompany my new (and ever-expanding) fractal gallery. Sometimes I would embark on a weeklong binge of “tinting” old photos I got off the internet (public domain).

I never fed one of my pristine fractals into the titanium teeth of my graphics machine, ever. Never. ( Stop it! Stop looking at her like that! You filthy graphics program!!! )

It wasn’t for any ideological reason, like I was against “post-processing” or anything like that. It was just that the fractal programs I was using, Sterlingware and Xaos, produced such wonderful images on their own that I didn’t see any use in adding a second machine to the process.

Also, the process of creating fractals was a very complicated one and meant that you needed to see the results of any parameter adjustments right away and then make changes to the basic image (zoom in or out). All I could do in a graphics program would be to add graphical effects to a single image. If it didn’t produce anything worthwhile, all I could do is go back to the fractal machine and start over again.

Xaos actually incorporates two styles of edge-detection within the program, and good, random palette generation. But what could my coal-burning graphics factory add to the refined imagery made on a fractal Stradivarius like Sterlingware?

Nothing but crude effects and spray-can graffitti.

But things change. I changed. My fractals changed. I went from making super-crisp photorealistic images in Sterlingware to making flatter, more abstract, silk-screen like images.

My fractals started to look more like the “tinted” or post-processed photographs that I liked to make. I was getting closer to producing the same type of imagery with two different machines.

Maybe I could process a fractal image the same way I processed a photographic one? If I could turn an old National Wildlife Service photo of the desert into a glowing green moonscape, maybe I could put a fractal “photo” into a similar orbit?


A dull, ho-hum, recycle-bin grade fractal
Should have been anti-aliased, but who cares?


Whoa! Beam me up Scotty!
It’s the..
Alien Portal to the 4th Dimension!

I resized it up to 400×200; reduced the palette to 8 colors with a dithering thing; applied the “oil painting” filter; and then took the rest of the week off.

Some times it works, and sometimes it doesn’t. But when it does, it’s like turning straw into gold. And if that happens often enough, it’s worth the extra time jolting, zapping and irradiating a fractal …in the other machine.
 

Fractal Politics

Portrait of George W. Bush

Portrait of George W. Bush (2004)

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
Theodor Adorno

A poem that calls us from the other side of a situation of extremity cannot be judged by simplistic notions of “accuracy” or “truth to life.” It will have to be judged, as Ludwig Wittgenstein said of confession, by its consequences, not by our ability to verify its truth. In fact, the poem might be our only evidence that an event has occurred: it exists for us as the sole trace of an occurrence.
Carolyn Forche, “The Poetry of Witness”

Artists do not create in a vacuum; they are indisputably coupled to the society and times in which they work. It may well be that an artist can realize aesthetic triumphs while ignoring society, but willful unconcern regarding social matters is also a political position.
Mark Vallen, “Why All Art Is Political”

The war, what was happening to America, the brutality of the world. What kind of man am I, sitting at home reading magazines, going into frustrated fury about everything — and then going into my studio to adjust a red to a blue?
Phillip Guston, Writing in the mid-1960s

The common wisdom is that people should not talk about two things. This is one of them.

I don’t think your everyday entry-level fast food French fryer and one-day-in-the-future museum patron thinks much about the possibilities of incorporating political statements into fractal art. A fractal, to those blessed enough to recognize one, is likely more akin to eye candy — saturated swirls seen on a calendar in Barnes and Noble. Or something vaguely tied to mathematics — more like a theorem than a painting — or a pretty picture intersecting with irrational numbers but never with social, economic, or political concerns. Fractals can be visually stunning — but can they stun others into epiphanies — or just say anything to anyone about his or her life? Should they be used to comment on world affairs, social concerns, or even popular culture?

There are some, both proletariat and bourgeoisie, and convinced that fractals have no grounding in the world, who would find such questions absurd. I remember a day last winter when I dropped by to pick up some Giclees from the photographer who handles prints for me. His wife, a painter, studied the fresh prints briefly before laughing. “Well, there’s certainly nothing like this in nature,” she said confidently. “Don’t be so sure,” I replied, pointing to one of the studio’s windows. Outside, the bare branches of an oak tree were reaching skyward to obscure a bank of self-similar clouds.

A hypothesis then. If fractals are of this world, then they can also be utilized — politically activated, as it were — to comment upon what happens in it.

The Enron Board Meets for the Last Time

The Enron Board Meets for the Last Time (2002)

If one accepts the premise that fractals can be art — and I do — then all the historical/philosophical paradigms and puzzles about the nature of art apply to fractal art as well. Artists, fractal or otherwise, who dabble in and dab on politics to their renders walk some fine lines and climb some slippery slopes. Is one’s art serving as a cry for social reform while still displaying elements of Keats‘ Siamese twins of truth and beauty — still providing a gesture that calls the soul upward? Or does such art become reductive, didactic, polemical — a blunt instrument to bludgeon the viewer into accepting the artist’s point of view?

Dyske Suematsu, in “The Paradox of Political Art,” leans to the latter position:

The most apparent problem I see with today’s political art is its deterministic nature. Art often raises salient questions, but when a political artwork is morally motivated, its questions become moral directives disguised as questions. That is, they are rhetorical questions. As such, there is a right way and a wrong way to look at it. A correct answer is always already provided for you by the artist. The questions and the discussions it provokes either support the answer or refute it. And, the value of the work is contingent on its dialectical outcome. From the point of view of the audience, the experience of such political art resembles that of reading an op-ed column in a newspaper.

Point well taken. Why are you reading Orbit Trap? Presumably to see and read about fractal art, yes? If you wanted political discussion, you would have pointed your surfboard to Salon or Slate or Daily Kos or Little Green Footballs? Hippie jerk blogger. Bring on more spirals.

Maybe it is best to be careful before one gets all socially aware. Suematsu has other complaints with political artists. They assume a ethical superiority but are not required to show that their own expressions are ethically pure. After all, why did I do the piece above about Enron? Was it because I was outraged by the scandal and appalled that the company’s employees were cheated out of their pensions? Or was it because I figured seizing a hot button political topic could help further my career as an artist? And if I lampoon Enron’s directors, don’t I have a reciprocal obligation to show that my motives are not just as crass?

And what form would such proof take? How can political artists demonstrate that their intentions are sincere? Testify before a Congressional committee? Undergo short-of-organ-failure questioning while being waterboarded at Guantanamo? Donate all the money made from their fractal art (haaaa!!!) to Feed the Children? Will such philanthropy in turn make my intentions for lashing out at Enron execs as selfless as those of Mother Teresa in your eyes?

Dream of Napalm

Dream of Napalm (2006)

But can any artist or artwork completely wash its Pontius Pilate hands clean from the stink of politics. After all, George Orwell, in Why I Write, asserts that all art is political and notes: “The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.” So, since art cannot be apolitical, should artists serve as “witnesses” for the times they live in — especially if other information agencies (Fox News, cough cough) increasingly editorialize and are openly biased to particular political viewpoints. Should the studio, or the fractal generator, be an ostrich hole? Or does the artist have an obligation to record injustices and atrocities and document corruption and cultural insanity? If not the artist, who? Will governmental records accurately portray a regime or does such a historical record run a greater risk of being sanitized? Moreover, will any state-sanctioned archives be told more convincingly than the visual language art can speak? Take, for example, this:

A child’s drawing of arriving at Terezin Concentration Camp where 15,000 children died.

[Image seen on Children’s Art of the Holocaust]

Some artists sense the pull of history deeply and feel self-expression through art can be constructive towards spurring social change. Art Hazelwood, speaking earlier this year at a panel discussion on “Political Art — Timely and Timeless” said:

Over the last several years I’ve talked to lots of people about political art and there has been a gradual shift. Before the Iraq War there seemed to be an attitude that political art was out of date or people had a general hostility towards it. But recently I’ve noticed a shift in people’s attitudes. People I have talked to are changing their minds. There are still the purists who believe that any concession will debase the temple of art, but their voice, once supreme in the art world, is now growing weaker. And it is obvious why. Political art might always have a place but in a time of war, and in a time of a rising police state political art becomes a necessity.

[…]

Some people say that political art has no effect in changing people’s minds, that it is preaching to the converted. To which I would answer…no one ever measured the value of a painting of the crucifixion by how many converts it made. Political art is cumulative in its effect. Its not merely one political print that changes the world. It is a part of a cultural movement.

Others, like Jed Perl writing in the New Republic, observe that art cannot always be expediently insulated from life.

The artists who find it difficult to turn from the horrors of the morning news to the specialized problems that confront them in their studios are confronting an authentic dilemma, for even ivory towers have doors and windows. While dropping the day’s headlines into the middle of a canvas may never be a way of making a painting, an artist’s far-flung experience must be allowed to seep into the studio, if only in a dialectical way — as a tumult of feelings to which the orderly spirit of a still life or a geometric abstraction offers a much-needed riposte.

Legacy of Exxon

Legacy of Exxon (2000)

Am I wrong to show President Bush as a faceless blank slate — as an empty vessel to be filled up with NeoCon nonsense by those shielding him in his no-bad-news bubble? Have I degraded my art or pummeled your temples because I suggest the Enron board is a pack of dogs and that Exxon’s legacy is a horrific oil spill in Alaska. Maybe.

Not all of my art is political. I can (try to be) funny. I sometimes wander into nature. But some days the news of the world intrudes into my generator. Maybe I’m poisoning a percentage of my audience — and foolish to hope for cultural awareness and progressive social change — and admit that my ethics and morals could probably use a thorough questioning. But there is one thing I can say for certain about those days when politics creeps in to my fractals…

I sleep better on those nights.

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Bush: Generated in QuaSZ. Minimally post-processed.

Enron: Generated in Fractal Zplot. Heavily post-processed.

Napalm: Generated in Sterling-ware. Heavily post-processed.

Exxon: Generated in Dofo-Zon Elite. Heavily post-processed.

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Cross-posted to Blog with a View

Tugando: the dancing fractal bear


parameter file “bear01.loo”

Where is the music? What is the music?

It must be jumpy and fast; look at the way he’s dancing.

Check out the shoes: He’s a stylish fellow.

And that strange flowing white stripe, like a flame, a scarf unfurling from his brain.

Hey, he’s got two heads.

Cool.

In another place,
in another plane,
he would not be a bear

He would be some royal seal
an emblem, rich and strong
glowing with tradition and history,
and dignity that never really was

I’d better leave now; both his heads are looking at me. And the music has stopped.
 

Eye of the Beholder?

It may now be said that an object becomes, or fails to become, a work of art in direct response to the inclination of the perceiver to assume an appreciative role.
Victor Burgin, “Situational Aesthetics”

Who among us hasn’t wondered why fractal art cannot seem to crack the glass ceiling of broader cultural recognition and gain entry into the pantheon of the larger art world?

Well, perhaps the problem is not with our art — but with our perceivers.

Could it be that we are up to the challenge of processing our art, both aesthetically and technologically, but those who view fractal art are not yet up to the task of processing it psychologically?

Cynthia Ward, writing in Politics and Culture, says in “African Visual Culture: Minding an F”:

Since the founding of fractal geometry by Benoit Mandelbrot twenty-five years ago, there has been a growing iterative feedback loop of fractal art analysis, ranging from Hugh Kenner’s 1988 study of Ezra Pound’s Cantos to recent analyses of the fractal dimensions of Pablo Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon and Jackson Pollock’s drip paintings. Many of these analyses suggest directly or indirectly that the appeal of fractal art arises from an innate response to fractals, which have been called “the basic building blocks of nature’s scenery” and even “the fingerprints of God” ([Richard] Taylor, “Fractal Expressionism”). [Physicist Richard] Taylor has extensively analyzed the fractal dimension of Pollock paintings in such publications as Nature, Leonardo, and Scientific American and he, as well as other researchers, have attempted to determine the fractal dimension or “D value” considered “most pleasing” to viewers.

Les Demoiselles d'Avignon by Pablo Picasso

Les Demoiselles d’Avignon (1907) by Pablo Picasso

It probably won’t surprise you that fractal forms scored in the two lowest registers of sensory pleasantry. The “wow” factor is strong, but, apparently, fractal shapes are not comfort food for the raised-on-representational-art masses. Even worse, Taylor argues that people cannot easily reboot what art they like because preferences are “set…by continuous visual exposure to patterns characterized by this D value.”

Ward feels this internalized aesthetic selection process explains the chorus of critical whack-a-mole reactions to fractal art. What’s worse is that individualized sensory biases will not easily shift overnight. Ward feels history supports her:

There is strong evidence that fractal appreciation is not innate or instinctive. The initial reception of artworks now considered fractal was characterized by shock, horror, hostility, and derision. In 1956 Time magazine labeled Pollock “Jack the Dripper.” Early viewers of Les Demoiselles d’Avignon were appalled by the “hideousness of the faces” of the “monstrous” women in the “terrible picture,” which Picasso did not exhibit until nine years after completion, when reviewers called it a “nightmare” (qtd. in Arthur Miller, Einstein, Picasso: Space, Time, and the Beauty That Causes Havoc). In The Fractal Geometry of Nature, Mandelbrot stresses the predominance of negative aesthetic assessments of fractal shapes as “‘monstrous,’ ‘pathological,’ or even ‘psychopathic'” –an attitude reflected in a long history of western mistrust of concepts central to fractals such as irrational numbers and infinity. As Ron Eglash observes [in African Fractals: Modern Computing and Indigenous Design], in “Plato’s philosophic cosmology, spiritual perfection was seen as the higher level of transcendent stasis, and illusion and ignorance were the result of life in our lower realm of changing dynamics (‘flux,’ which in ancient Greek also means ‘diarrhea’).”

Well, no wonder people sometimes tell me my work looks like…

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So, fractals iterate chaos rather than serenity in many people’s brains. Ward goes on to explain in significant detail that the numerous fractal objects found in early African art worked heavily against its canonical acceptance. Gallery patrons, wanting comfortable shapes and satisfied minds, opted instead for more calming representational forms. You know the drill: faces in portraiture, bowls of fruit, saints in repose or martyrdom.

Even a quick surfing excursion shows that Ward is correct on one front. Fractals pop up all over African art:

African leatherwork.

Tuareg leatherwork: the basic shape is made of 6 copies each shrunk by 1/3. You can’t miss the Sierpinski Gaskets.

Egyptian columns.

Ancient Egyptian cosmology often used the lotus blossom as an image for the development of the universe.
The petals within petals within petals of the lotus represented the cosmos on smaller and smaller scales.

[Both images seen on African Fractal Art]

Art with Fractals

I’ve been thinking about fractals and art and that’s what I came up with.

Like the world’s shortest email message, I have put everything into the subject line and now there’s no need to add any message.

Fractal art is commonly labelled “Fractal Art,” which at first glance makes sense, but in a way, I think it’s backwards.

Can fractals be art? Sure, because art can be made with anything, can’t it? Art is not a quality of the medium, it’s a quality of the object composed in that medium. Art is independent of the medium, the substance it’s made with.

Art is found in the substance’s form, like clay, for instance. Can clay be art? Yes, but only if it is formed into art, made into something artistic. We buy clay by the pound. We don’t buy sculpture by the pound.

Can watercolor painting be art? Naturally it can, no one argues or speculates about that. You can make art with watercolors or art with oil paints or art with photography.

Are all watercolor paintings, or all photographs, art? No, definitely not. We’ve all seen some, sitting in the garbage. Maybe we made them.

Which brings me to the age old question, what is art?

How about, what is music? It has been said that music is the better noise; music is what sounds good.

So, art is the better looking stuff; what looks good to the eye. Art is what is valued or admired. And there are probably degrees of “art” just as there can be degrees of value or admiration.

It’s subjective too, I’d say. There may be characteristics that are commonly found in works that are considered to be “art.” But, that’s just the subjectivity of a large group. We don’t always agree with what others admire and vice versa.

So why do some people have such a problem seeing fractals as art? I think it’s because their definition of art is tied to the medium and when presented with a new medium their definition can’t accommodate it.

That’s what happened with photography until it became obvious to many people, after seeing really great, artistic photographs, that art could made with a camera. Photography was just a new medium.

The strange thing is: I think it’s easier to recognize art than it is to recognize what isn’t art. The good stuff is always more distinct than the mediocre. Which is why I think there’s such a larger volume of mediocre material in any artform: We’re not absolutely sure it’s mediocre.

So the essential ingredient in fractal art isn’t fractals, it’s art. To find fractal art, don’t go looking for fractals, go looking for art. Art with fractals.
 

Morning Walk

Writing a blog post is not unlike beginning work on a new image. How does one even start to fill a blank screen?

When I first started blogging, I thought I had to write a certain way to fulfill (I realize now) self-determined expectations. I had to be as political or as confessional as many of the blogs I’d read. After all, blogs were being hyped to be the cutting edge of political discourse — destined to deep six the mass media giants. Or else blogs were an alternative publishing godsend to the stale cracker brittleness of the corporate monoliths. Blogs were serious business. Blog were weighty…

…weighty as a lead keyboard, or so I discovered. I hated writing “those” kinds of blogs. Who can handle all that shoulders-of-giants responsibility anyway? Besides, I felt formal and frustrated — like I was doing difficult homework I had stupidly assigned to myself. Who needs this, I thought.

But I persisted. After all, that’s what I always tell my students. Keep writing. Never throw anything away. The very act of writing will help you discover what it is you want to say. Your voice will eventually develop and become your own. Your voice…

And one day I had an epiphany. Blogs could be filled up just like any other empty notebook or web space. They could be annotated images. Or letters or poems. Or recent thoughts swarming inside one’s mental beehive. Blogs could be, in fact, the opposite of weighty. Casual as a day off. Intimate as a quiet conversation among friends.

I remembered some advice I received years ago from a college radio station director before I took to the air as a part-time student deejay. He told me not to shout or sonorously intone. He said: Pretend you are talking to one person.

So…

Hi. How are you? It’s good to see you again. It’s been too long, hasn’t it?

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Morning walk;
no footprints in the snow —
but those left behind.

Paul Cooper

Here’s an occasional and enjoyable morning ritual of mine. I pour some coffee, fire up my laptop, rummage through my bookmarks, and drop in on a few of my favorite fractal virtual “museums.” Would you like to tag along today?

XDpic212 by Joseph Presley

XDpic202 by Joseph Presley

The first stop this morning is Joseph Presley’s The Fractal Abyss. Presley’s (and I guess I’ll use the critical formality of last names, even if I know the artist) galleries are rich and varied, and he seems equally comfortable using both Ultra Fractal and XenoDream. He also has some fascinating themed galleries centering on subjects like clockworks and musical art. The image above caused me to lean closer and almost stretch out to touch my monitor. It’s so crisp, the shadowing provides depth, and the mix of sharp and muted forms balances out the perspective nicely. It’s also a true case of art imitating life — in this instance, the naturally occurring self-similarity found in trees.

Fly Me to the Moon by Tina Oloyede

Fly Me to the Moon by Tina Oloyede

The next stop is (sort of) the ICM 2006 Benoit Mandelbrot Fractal Art Contest. If you haven’t wandered over, you owe it yourself to check out the final selections (which include some of Orbit Trap’s contributors). But, this morning, thanks to the links Dave Makin provided below, I backed up to examine all of the entries. Contest “winners” are always subjective choices and deemed so in the judges’ eye of the beholder, so I wasn’t surprised to find many striking but non-selected images that I found exciting. It’s been overcast where I live lately, so I must be starved for bright and light, and I noticed — among entrants and winners alike — that many of the contest images gravitated to shadows and darker tones. Please understand this is just an observation and not a criticism. I’m overly fond of the dark arts hues myself, and when my wife looks at new work I’ve done, she often jokes that I should “lighten up” — literally.

Anyway, my mood this morning seemed to seek out, as REM says, “Happy Shiny People.” I liked the saturated colors in Panny Brawley’s Fandango, the staccato lines and shooting rays of Harmen Wiersma’s Freedom, and the icy simplicity and bisections of Stefan Hundhammer’s Antarctica. But was Tina Oloyede’s image above that I closely studied and that lingered in my mind later. There’s nothing Fractal Noir about it. As the title implies, it’s exploding with joy — a sensual, romantic triptych. It’s like overlapping deconstructed galaxies with Miro shapes and colors. Oloyede had another image, Eifonia, selected by the panel, but it didn’t rocket me to our nearest neighbor like Fly Me to the Moon. Of course, as some of you already know, much more of Oloyede’s work can be seen at her site: aartika!

image361 by Laurent Antonini

image361 by Laurent Antonini

Next, let’s beam over to Dreampaint — Laurent Antonini’s expansive site. Antonini, long known for his fractal work, has been playing more recently with Vue and Poser and composing remarkable fractal mixed media pieces, heroic fantasies / science-fiction themed images, landscapes, and some very cool seascapes. But my cursor rested on the above image when I stumbled across it in one of his Ultra Fractal galleries. In a way, it’s a companion piece for Oloyode’s image — maybe not as cheery but still definitely a cure for my morning light deprivation blues. This could be Saturn and several of its satellites seen outside one of the Voyager spacecraft’s window. The intense light pours blindingly, forcefully striking the monitor — nearly going nova as it flares on the glass. But, strangely, the image, although captivating, isn’t very warm. Instead, it’s somehow removed, suspended — somehow distant as an untouchable planet.

Rudbeckia by Susan Schmalzel

Rudbeckia by Susan Schmalzel

Perhaps we should pick a flower before our walk ends, so our last stop will be OT contributor Susan Schmalzel’s Studio Riverhu. She has a lovely fractal garden growing in her studio, but the above image seemed ideal to grace my screen’s vase for a time. The stalk and petal forms appear natural as they flutter in a frozen still life beneath a nearly cloudless blue sky. The flower, like a diva, holds center stage and draws in one’s gaze. Too pretty to pluck, I leave it for others to enjoy and close the screen. And so, with a mouse click, my morning walk ends.

Thanks for coming along today. I enjoyed the company. By the way, I don’t mean to imply or not imply anything about the intrinsic worth or artistic attributes of the images I’ve highlighted. Nor do I assume you should share my tastes — assuming these even are my tastes. Perhaps these images merely suited my mood this morning. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be feeling less chipper when I lumber out on a midnight stroll and drink my fill of jello shooters images of a different tone. Maybe then something like Philip Northover’s JFK will excite my senses and rev up my thoughts and set my heart racing.

Some of you might want to just stay home that night…