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whirlwind trips
I had a great, albeit very quick, time in pennsylvania. I actually didn’t find out until the night before I left (and the last day of exams) that the trip was a go. Since my mind was a little bit more relaxed following the end of exams, my memories revolve more around philosophical conversation and artistic vision than anything else.
One of the most awesome things in the world is the blowing of snowflakes in the crisp winter air. It bounces, floats, and whirls in endlessly complex and unique patterns, taking the form of dry ice, smoke, fog, or steam. The texture was amazing, and made the drive through the country around state college, pa a startlingly surreal experience. I felt like a dazed traveler far from home or civilization. It’s remarkable how the simple vissage of sno colors your view of the ordinary, whether in normal activity or in how you view the objects in the world around you.
Another fascinating milestone was a conversation with dave mcgrew, an intriguing mind and fellow patron of the arts. A parallel was drawn between the idioms of line and color in art and melody and harmony in music. It was one of the most groundbreaking thoughts I’ve had the privilege of witnessing in the realm of art in some time, and hopefully will have ramifications in my future art, both digital and conventional. There are vast implications, both in installed art and the interactive realm. Thinking of the vehicles of sound and visual art moving in tandem is a surprising, and even more exciting thought.
The smoky shapes of hills shrouded by fog are some of the purest, most delicate forms in nature. The gentle, uparching contour, punctuated by a subtle fringe of trees, washed with hues that barely convey their natural coloring. The image is other-worldly, almost monotoned, with sparse nuances of blue and gray-green. I’m reminded of the subtle tonality of Sargent’s portraiture, raising from the backdrop of blacks to the warm flesh tones, in a smooth yet meaningful gradient of hue.
Beyond the 20+ hours of driving, single-digit temperatures, and personal conflict along the way, I’m blessed to have such wonderful friends, and a beautiful view of creation through it all.
I had a great, albeit very quick, time in pennsylvania. I actually didn’t find out until the night before I left (and the last day of exams) that the trip was a go. Since my mind was a little bit more relaxed following the end of exams, my memories revolve more around philosophical conversation and artistic vision than anything else.
One of the most awesome things in the world is the blowing of snowflakes in the crisp winter air. It bounces, floats, and whirls in endlessly complex and unique patterns, taking the form of dry ice, smoke, fog, or steam. The texture was amazing, and made the drive through the country around state college, pa a startlingly surreal experience. I felt like a dazed traveler far from home or civilization. It’s remarkable how the simple vissage of sno colors your view of the ordinary, whether in normal activity or in how you view the objects in the world around you.
Another fascinating milestone was a conversation with dave mcgrew, an intriguing mind and fellow patron of the arts. A parallel was drawn between the idioms of line and color in art and melody and harmony in music. It was one of the most groundbreaking thoughts I’ve had the privilege of witnessing in the realm of art in some time, and hopefully will have ramifications in my future art, both digital and conventional. There are vast implications, both in installed art and the interactive realm. Thinking of the vehicles of sound and visual art moving in tandem is a surprising, and even more exciting thought.
The smoky shapes of hills shrouded by fog are some of the purest, most delicate forms in nature. The gentle, uparching contour, punctuated by a subtle fringe of trees, washed with hues that barely convey their natural coloring. The image is other-worldly, almost monotoned, with sparse nuances of blue and gray-green. I’m reminded of the subtle tonality of Sargent’s portraiture, raising from the backdrop of blacks to the warm flesh tones, in a smooth yet meaningful gradient of hue.
Beyond the 20+ hours of driving, single-digit temperatures, and personal conflict along the way, I’m blessed to have such wonderful friends, and a beautiful view of creation through it all.