The fresh flowers of Spring

Something a bit more full-on fractal in style. A looking forward at this transitional time.

But these things also are Spring's -
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;

The shell of a little snail bleached
In the grass; chip of flint, and mite
Of chalk; and the small birds' dung
In splashes of purest white:

All the white things a man mistakes
For earliest violets
Who seeks through Winter's ruins
Something to pay Winter's debts,

While the North blows, and starling flocks
By chattering on and on
Keep their spirits up in the mist,
And Spring's here, Winter's not gone.

- But These Things Also by Edward Thomas

The ring

Yes, it looks a bit like a nipple. Yes, it's slightly eccentric. I don't care: it's intended ;P This does odd things to me. Experimentation with Tri_boarders2.

A quadrilateral approach to time

Foursquare. The juxtapostion of an infinitude of temporally-representative i-frames. The human brain, given free rein, reigns free.

Minimal post-work in IrfanView for contrast/brightness/sharpness.

The Plan

Looking somewhere between a telephone engineer's wet nightmare and the London A-Z around the Tottenham Court Road area, The Plan is a curious pictorial record of the relationships and otherwise between all major thought systems and the various groups and factions they have spawned over the millennia of human existence. Complete understanding confers complete power. Damned if I know where to start.

pshades

The ' p ' is psilent ;) Bless those wrecked angles, how they etch and stain!

Hot off the press in some kind of ecstatic delirium...

Ossuary

I first came across this word many years ago in 'The name of the rose'. This one, I fancy, is somewhat Lovecraftian in its natue ;)

Julian slips his disc

More experimentation with lazysusan in the final transform, this time morphing to polar, all the while with rotating disc transform and gradient.

Tri-cycling through the boarderlands

A single-transformed rotational cycle showing the patterns inherent in the tri_boarders variation. Sadly, this really loses quality in the upload.

Tip: animation scripts

As I've just posted my first animations, I thought I'd share my methodology. But remember, this is my way: there are many others. Some have used this script, but I much prefer the control gained by hand-crafting. Basic format:

Path := 'c:\whatever';
SetRenderBounds;
Flame.SampleDensity := 200;
Flame.Width := 640;
Flame.Height := 480;
Flame.Oversample := 4;
Flame.FilterRadius := 1;
Flame.Name := ('base0000');
SaveFlame(Path + 'myname.flame');

(initialise variables)

(for/while loop, must contain:

SetActiveTransform(i);

(increment variables)

SetActiveTransform(i+n);

(increment variables)

"
"

Flame.Name := 'base' + Format('%.4d', [j]);
SaveFlame(Path + 'myname.flame');
where j increments
end loop)

SetFlameFile(Path + 'myname.flame') ;
for i := 0 to FileCount do
begin
LoadFlame(i);
Renderer.Filename :=Path + Flame.Name + '.jpg';
Flame.SampleDensity := 200;
Renderer.Width := 640;
Renderer.Height := 480;
Flame.Oversample := 4;
Flame.FilterRadius := 1;
SetRenderBounds;
Render;
end;
UpdateFlame := False;

where:

this font denotes example only - substitute with your own text/value
this font denotes general instructions

Trip 2

Julian tile animation loop - 512 frames representing 2 full colour cycles of the 256-point gradient, with transform rotations synchronised.

Just passing by

My first published animation. Apophysis animation using the tri_boarders2 pre-release plugin with a lazysusan FX applying the lensing effect.

An experiment with watercolour

Nothing like popcorn for that brushstroke effect!

GIMP for texture
PhotoFiltre for frame

A bit of an accident

"And it was like I was just coming round from some kind of weird trip. I was on the bathroom floor... so were you. And you were dead, I'd stabbed you, there was blood everywhere. And my only thought was to clean up the mess. I just dumped you... your body... into the bath and started wiping at the blood on the floor. But it was... weird: the more I wiped, the more the blood seemed to go into the floor, like the lino was, like, layered. And the only thing that mattered was to clear up the mess, but it wouldn't budge, it just went deeper, I could see into the floor layer after layer after layer, and I was getting frantic, rubbing like mad. That's when you heard me cry out."