Tonight's little visual ditty from a public domain image: "Metropolis", 1927.
Res Ipsa Loquitor,
S
Showing posts with label digital art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label digital art. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Sunday, December 15, 2013
My Electric Lady…
Dear Friends,
This evening's little doodle from some public domain art of unknown origin. It's pretty raggedy, as am I as I prepare to careen into slumber and dreams.
Res Ipsa Loquitor,
S
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
They came again…
Dear Friends,
They came again in dreams, dancing on unseen strings gyred to an invisible Puppet Master's dexterous digits. The music resolved this time from a noise akin to the crinkling of waxed paper sheathing shards of glass and sand.
Hic Finis Est,
S
They came again in dreams, dancing on unseen strings gyred to an invisible Puppet Master's dexterous digits. The music resolved this time from a noise akin to the crinkling of waxed paper sheathing shards of glass and sand.
Hic Finis Est,
S
Monday, November 25, 2013
A Visitor in Dreams…
Dear Friends,
A visitor arrived in dreams last night. It did not speak, but behind my eyelids, between my ears, somewhere in the vicinity of my brain's Hippocampus, there was a buzzing. It slowly resolved into music and emotions unspoken. I cannot recall what it all meant.
Hic Finis Est,
S
A visitor arrived in dreams last night. It did not speak, but behind my eyelids, between my ears, somewhere in the vicinity of my brain's Hippocampus, there was a buzzing. It slowly resolved into music and emotions unspoken. I cannot recall what it all meant.
Hic Finis Est,
S
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Another little doodle…
Dear Friends,
Ran across this bit of mask making riffing off of an old image in the public domain. Had a little fun with it.
Ran across this bit of mask making riffing off of an old image in the public domain. Had a little fun with it.
SCS ©2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
More Visual Noodling…
Dear Friends,
Here is another bit of noodling with a public domain image from perhaps the finest piece of silent film plucked out of a genre that was just being first explored in cinema back in the 1920s.
SCS ©
Here is another bit of noodling with a public domain image from perhaps the finest piece of silent film plucked out of a genre that was just being first explored in cinema back in the 1920s.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Steam Punk Motor Bike!
Dear Friends,
A slight fiddle with a public domain image of a steam powered motor bike from early in the last century. It must have been quite a ride.
A slight fiddle with a public domain image of a steam powered motor bike from early in the last century. It must have been quite a ride.
SCS
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Another Old Buddy…
Dear Friends,
Another old buddy stopped by.
©SCS
Another old buddy stopped by.
He is considered quite a looker on his Home World.
Friday, June 7, 2013
My Rescue!
Dear Friends,
A recent transmission from my Home World. I am being hailed to stand by for further instructions.
I Remains Yours in Infradibity,
SCS
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
More Whimsey From Across the Heavens
Dear Friends,
This little bit of fiddling from a public domain image continues a recent theme. Look to the sky. Be bewildered and question. Why have THEY not yet arrived, or have they? Are they too small to see? Do THEY live in a timeframe out of our own?
This little bit of fiddling from a public domain image continues a recent theme. Look to the sky. Be bewildered and question. Why have THEY not yet arrived, or have they? Are they too small to see? Do THEY live in a timeframe out of our own?
Is a moment to we Humans comparable to eons for such creatures. Perhaps they are in no hurry to deal with such an infant civilization as our own. Perhaps they know that we are trouble brewing for them, and want to stay hidden. Perhaps THEY are so big that we actually live inside their beings, as bacteria and viri live in our own Human bodies. There are so many possibilities. The questions are fascinating.
Hic Finis Est,
SCS
Saturday, June 1, 2013
The Mother Ship!!!
Dear Friends,
The Mother Ship has now arrived! Thus, now is a good day to be alive, my Comrades and we rejoice. Spill down your gullets the Philuphian Ale and feast on the roasted loins of the Barsoomer Galumpher. So, ho-ho, we are off to the Home World, Adelphious.
The Mother Ship has now arrived! Thus, now is a good day to be alive, my Comrades and we rejoice. Spill down your gullets the Philuphian Ale and feast on the roasted loins of the Barsoomer Galumpher. So, ho-ho, we are off to the Home World, Adelphious.
One problems, however. We need with the getting to Luna, Moon of Earth. Some small imprecision in planning and trajectory by Central Command and the Mother Ship is a quarter million miles away on a cold or hot (depends on the sun), barren lump of stones. Fermenshup, can you get that old Apollo spaceship out of the Smithsonian? Grummphtr, we need a rocket. Off to Huntsville for you! Bring pliers and bolt cutters. The Pink Stalk Walkers have their damn giant bomb tied down like somebody was going to steal it from the freakin' lawn. Whatever. Let's get a move on!!!
In Hasty Departure, I Remain Yours,
SCS
Friday, May 24, 2013
More Digital Manipulation…
Dear Friends,
Another manipulation of a Public Domain photo of one of the most terrifying heroes of my childhood. Can you guess who this fellow is?
I remain yours, as always, with one foot into The Twilight Zone,
SCS ©2013
Another manipulation of a Public Domain photo of one of the most terrifying heroes of my childhood. Can you guess who this fellow is?
I remain yours, as always, with one foot into The Twilight Zone,
SCS ©2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Have you seen this individual? Please contact the Authorities.
Dear Friends,
Another bit of borrowed nonsense stolen from years ago and filtered through imagination and digits.
Another bit of borrowed nonsense stolen from years ago and filtered through imagination and digits.
SCS
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Monday, July 16, 2012
More Nonsense with Digital Photos…
Dear Friends,
I am slowly getting a grasp of this excellent, cheap piece of imaging software; Acorn from Flying Meat, a purveyor of excellent and cheap software… um, that is redundant and superfluous and hence required no repeating again over again. Whatever.
I am a big fan of "good-enuf" tech. In most situations a left-handed crowbar will solve whatever problem confronts you. When I have more time I'll tell you about getting my uncle Murray straightened out. We did not need any iPhone crapola and fancy pants waterproof bumpers. Just a crowbar that fit snug in my left dexter which is, to you lay people, sinister. Yeah, that's another story and another topic that entails some lexicography which you don't want… or so I am to presume.
Whatever. In playing around with various filters in this $50 piece of fine digital junk in my juvenile way, using nothing but the crummy iSight camera on my new MacBook Air and that previously mentioned excellent and cheap software, I have created the following image to annoy my long suffering beloved, a fine art photographer of great repute who remarkably puts up with my infantile verbal and digital antics with or without photographs and pictures nor being redundant again once more again.
She took one look at this and sniffed and walked away all haughty-like, like she knows art when she sees it or makes it with her camera all filmy-like and okay, right, she has more talent in her pinky toe than I do in my whole skull. Whatever. I did manage to turn myself here into an alien feline without actually having to do the genetic transformation after getting probed by those aliens that keep landing in my back yard. I don't believe that they really have any lollipops on that ship and I am not going to follow those big eyed, big headed little silver bastards up that gang plank for an extraterrestrial enema.
Res Ipsa Loquitor,
SCS
I am slowly getting a grasp of this excellent, cheap piece of imaging software; Acorn from Flying Meat, a purveyor of excellent and cheap software… um, that is redundant and superfluous and hence required no repeating again over again. Whatever.
I am a big fan of "good-enuf" tech. In most situations a left-handed crowbar will solve whatever problem confronts you. When I have more time I'll tell you about getting my uncle Murray straightened out. We did not need any iPhone crapola and fancy pants waterproof bumpers. Just a crowbar that fit snug in my left dexter which is, to you lay people, sinister. Yeah, that's another story and another topic that entails some lexicography which you don't want… or so I am to presume.
Whatever. In playing around with various filters in this $50 piece of fine digital junk in my juvenile way, using nothing but the crummy iSight camera on my new MacBook Air and that previously mentioned excellent and cheap software, I have created the following image to annoy my long suffering beloved, a fine art photographer of great repute who remarkably puts up with my infantile verbal and digital antics with or without photographs and pictures nor being redundant again once more again.
She took one look at this and sniffed and walked away all haughty-like, like she knows art when she sees it or makes it with her camera all filmy-like and okay, right, she has more talent in her pinky toe than I do in my whole skull. Whatever. I did manage to turn myself here into an alien feline without actually having to do the genetic transformation after getting probed by those aliens that keep landing in my back yard. I don't believe that they really have any lollipops on that ship and I am not going to follow those big eyed, big headed little silver bastards up that gang plank for an extraterrestrial enema.
Res Ipsa Loquitor,
SCS
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