Friday, July 31, 2009
Me Touch | Techno me
This art piece is part of an art project I have done titled [Techno Me]...
In all my works for this project I focused more on the process of creating a piece... with the minimum computer post production effects and manipulations...
This piece highlights how intimate we became with technological devices... how we are allowing none animated substances to become closer to us...
The paradox between how these plastic and metal objects are near to our faces... hands... fingertips... and the empty hand waiting for something else to touch and feel...
The music used is composed by my good friend and ex-student Tareq Abu Rahmah....
Also:
:: Me Talk
:: Me Love
:: Me Win
:: Me Face
:: Me Paint
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Crude experimentation
Monday, July 13, 2009
Me Paint | Techno Me
This art piece is part of an art project I have done titled [Techno Me]...
In all my works for this project I focused more on the process of creating a piece... with the minimum computer post production effects and manipulations...
In [Me Paint] I experimented with how can I use the digital signal... to paint.
Using the basic old trick of making the camera signal feeds itself back into a projection machine. In my case my laptop screen... the rest is done by chance...
The first part of the piece was also created by chance... I was trying to videotape a ceiling mounted projector the one used in schools... and I accidentally touched its cable connected to my laptop... and so the color started changing... I was there... and played more with that...
This piece raises the issue of the new aesthetic of digital art... and plays on a new dimension of abstraction... where the nonsense can starting making sense when we project ourselves and our thoughts onto it...
The music used is composed by my good friend and ex-student Tareq Abu Rahmah....
Also:
:: Me Talk
:: Me Love
:: Me Win
:: Me Face
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The Narratives* | 23
23
She was trying to walk through the darkness...Shadows roaming around her...
Fearless... and afraid...
He took her hand... and walked next to her...
But soon enough.... he couldn't continue anymore...
He blamed it on the night...
And she on his blindess...
She walks alone...
* The Narratives: stories, events, and scenes that happen[ed] inside and around my head…
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