Blank Slate

Everything starts from a blank slate. An empty page. As Georges Seurat was fond of saying in Sunday in the Park with George: “White: a blank page or canvas; his favorite. So many possibilities.” So many, and sometimes overwhelming. With the possibility to create anything, where does one start?

Bored at work the other day, I answered that with something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. Two years ago my now girlfriend created a lovely piece of artwork with sticky notes on her wall, and it was very meaningful. The essence of the piece was a feeling of being overwhelmed and out of control, and fits well with the whole notion of being a college student in the twenty-first century. Especially a music major. Surrounded by other, crazy music majors.

Anyway, at the end of that year, pulling her room apart, I decided we should save it and put it somewhere else. Composed of only paper and tape stuck to a wall, it was a tricky concept. However, she used a lot of tape, and it held together as we transferred it to the music center lounge.

That summer, working for the first time at the campus, I bought a cheap frame and got it off the wall and into a proper holding place for such fine artwork. It now resides in our apartment, still holding the importance I saw in it the first time. It’s a silly, intriguing picture with lots of meaning.

What I finally got around to doing was rendering it, computer style. I seem to have misplaced my copy of Cinema 4D, but good ol’ Bryce is still kicking around, so render it I did. Presented for your viewing pleasure, I present Pressure, in living color and rendered clarity..

In other news:

• Apple: Good, bad, and ugly. The future of technology seems to be in their hands, for better or for worse.
• Zebras are pretty, Donkeys are silly. What happens when they have a baby Zedonk? I can’t make this stuff up…
• Why wait for technology to create the real GlaDOS when you can have fun squishy versions for your very own.

i’m making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS

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