Posts Tagged ‘generative’
piu piu, a series of cutesy generative graphics, was a quick and delightful study of randomness. The concept was propagated from a technically horrendous practice-sketch made with a somewhat out-of-control intuos4 pen tablet. The process of translating visual cues into the generative code was zesty, a bit like Philip Glass's Metamorphosis cocktailed with few drops of Haydn Symphony No. 94 "Surprise".
More →Current II | 2009 | Jen-Kuang Chang Morning. Wretchedly cloudy. Archiving Current series. Guillermo espresso drink. three cups. Amano artisan chocolate Dos Rios. Two and half bites. Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s film Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. Yann Tiersen’s music in Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s film Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. Audrey Tautou waitressing in The Two Windmills with Yann Tiersen’s music in Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s film Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain. Life is suddenly...
More →Nodule II | excerpt | 2010 | Jen-Kuang Chang Waking up to my oh-so-dorky-it’s-actually-cool kind of Saturday morning saturated with light snow and serene variations of Arvo Pärt's “Für Alina” and “Spiegel im Spiegel” from Alina album, I slowly soaked myself into unbounded terrains of generative graphic to continue my unfinished tête-à-tête with Nodule series. As usual, Pärt’s music was benevolent to me, allowing my somnolent soul to be submerged...
More →Reflect VIII | 2009 | excerpt | Jen-Kuang Chang Unhurriedly editing graphics made possible with Joshua Davis’ dazzling generative playground in this icily sluggish afternoon felt like having a tea party inside a warm Eskimos Igloo in the North Pole. Fluffy feeling aside, the task was 98% tedious with occasional glitchly rambles from my laptop of old age, seemingly complaining about the heavy data processing. Fair enough. I tucked my...
More →Symmetry VII | 2009 | Jen-Kuang Chang In a day bagged with bad weather, appalling conversations with myself, and a rotten soul, I habitually enslaved myself with a panorama view of peculiarly depressing memories. Sacrosanct aroma of organic coffee was tainted and sumptuous texture of dark chocolate fouled, making me feel like an archangel of no tomorrow. In a day like this, it felt like a therapeutic measure to get...
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