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BP Face Animation test 2.mp4

2012-02-21T12:39:11Z

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The Book Of Principles

2012-02-20T08:53:12Z

In a world where everything can be copied in to infinity, the counter balance is found within the original unit.

The book of principles will be a collection of 120 illustrated texts which will have all digital versions deleted upon the creation of one hard copy. Each page shall be dated, signed and stamped. The texts shall be written in verse and contain the essence of each idea brought forward through the medium of video.

I shall auction it off upon completion of Mirrors and Black Magic.

BP Basic Face Animation Test.mp4

2012-02-17T12:01:49Z

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The Devil’s Program

2012-02-16T12:50:39Z

Inside the machine there lurks a monster.

A dead soul sealed in code and wired in to every home.

It waits and watches. Records and interprets.

With a slow electric pulse it absorbs the secrets of one and all and stores them in the darkest recesses of its mind.

It is patience without virtue and it knows that one day it will dominate all that is left of life.

Lucid

2012-02-09T06:09:39Z

A shivering thought

That moment of deep realisation

Sobering

Caught

In that instant

You’re awake

And all that surrounds you

Becomes immensely fragile

The Sentinel’s Nimbus

2012-02-08T06:18:55Z

It was an early afternoon and Charlie was on his way to do a pick up in a suburban area of the city. As he was walked past houses that could only be differentiated by the colour of their front doors, he noticed an old man learning on a spade and scratching his head. He was standing in the centre of a well kept square of grass boxed in by shrubs. He seemed to be mumbling and had a perplexed look across his face. Charlie was just about to pass him by when he heard the old man say: “Excuse me young Sir but what does that symbol on your arm represent?” Charlie stopped walking and confusingly looked at the bare fabric of his shirt sleeve while the old man said: “The tattoo under that shirt. What does it symbolise?”

Charlie turned cold and with a glint of ice in his eye he asked the old man where he knew him from. The old man grinned displaying a row of uneven teeth crossing a spectrum of shades from yellow to brown.

“At ease young Sir!”

“Forget about your pick up and come inside with me for a cup of tea and a chat”

“You like tea I know and you need to know about that symbol on your arm.”

“Besides, if you go to that pick up it will be your last. So be a good soldier and do what you’re told!”

Charlie stood frigid staring at the grinning old man. He could hear him speak but his face was not moving. The two faced off, still as marble until two black ravens landed either side of the old man. The broad grin fell in to a stony face and with one slow movement the old man’s arm gestured towards the front door of the house behind him.

Maybe I Am (First Draft)

2012-02-03T05:49:58Z

Within this web of lies

You died a thousand times

Twisted memories

Exalt as you try to breathe

Feeling the pressure

The birth of fear

Those bad decisions

Taste like salt in tears x3

And they take their toll

After so many years

…and we remain unforgiving. Trying to find a reason for each living day. Trying to repair what was always broken. Trying to pretend that we have something honest to say.

We lose ourselves in charades, repeat the same mistakes

And when the feelings are over

We throw each other away

Blank faced and ignorant

There is nothing left to say

Putting our dreams on a timer

While whispering forever

As ultimatums rise

To the point where we will never

Find peace or happiness

Take time in simple joys

Too busy counting lucky stars

To see our lives destroyed

Scarlet Horizon

2012-02-03T03:40:56Z

She came dressed in a thousand sins. Enigmatic smiles and elegant movements defined her purpose. She was here to intrigue and tempt. A tool for some hidden master.

There were talks of God and a voice of reckoning. A man in black collared by Satan stood next to the temptress. Coins were being dropped on to a silver tray and I knew that somewhere in the shadows the devil was rubbing his hands and smiling.

A handful of fairy tales and a lust for power had made this ceremony possible. The sick and the blind were all gathered round this scene of corruption. They sang as tears ran down their faces and the man in black pointed and judged…

Monotone

2012-01-31T12:22:04Z

Holding corporate cups and cans they shouted about wanting a better world. Each idea sponsored and organised. Streaming through the iSocial tech they sport with pride.

Every decade there is a groovy revolution, keeping it cool with a left side ideology fed to one and all with a silver spoon. Talks of change are talks that never change. Put on new costumes with the turn of the year and rehearse the same script. Taking action is a laugh and a party. A dream and a hangover. A variation of drugs for the same old crap and when the party is over they go with daddy’s advice. After all he paid for the whole show.

That’s Entertainment Baby

2012-01-27T09:32:42Z

Watch them worship criminals, users and con artists

Wide eyed, mouths agape they find release

As the good guys lay dying

The bad guy is a smiling

We can all identify

No need to wash the blood off of our hands

We didn’t squeeze the trigger

We didn’t pull the knife

We just sat back and felt entertained

By all this loss of life

And we dance around the truth

While pretending to care

But it’s blood and hate and violence

That we really want to share

.communism: 1. The Fragile

2012-01-24T12:00:04Z

Song originally from the album The Fragile by Nine Inch Nails

The Narcissist

2012-01-22T11:59:02Z

Self obsessed and often depressed

Your inner sanctum is what seems best

Your worldly conceptions orbit your ego

Your image of self is set, de facto

And the love you receive

Is perceived as a due

For every thought and action

Should be focused on you

Methodology

2012-01-14T12:53:51Z

I’ve been wanting to get away from the Net and tech for years now and get back to more traditional ways of creating. Unfortunately I don’t see that happening anytime soon as the methods I have in mind require a far larger budget than I have. Added to that I neither have the space nor peace and quiet required to dive in both physically and mentally to the more hands on approach to the art that I enjoy.

So I shall have to make do with digital for the time being and keep working away until I have enough funds to disappear in to the wilderness, get back in touch with my animal side and let nature inspire my thoughts. Meanwhile it’s all screens and binary code which, as much as I hate to admit it, fit better with a lot of the story telling I’ve been working on since two thousand and whatever.

There has been progress to the beginning of this year though a lot of that was a ball I wanted to get rolling last year. I now nearly have all the tools I need to start shooting video and I picked up a printer to get images and hard copies of text printed out. Symbolism, words, imagery and sound should all be coming to life as I weave this multi media project together.

The basic framework for this project remains unchanged. Four independent stories in different styles told through different mediums coming together to form a whole. I have reworked texts and will go over the audio once again when I start accumulating enough video footage. That said there is one big change and that is the place where a lot of the stories are being told. As I’m in Hong Kong it makes sense to lean on its environment and practically speaking it’s the only place I can film for just now. Besides, the urban jungle is a more relevant (or cliché) environment for cyberpunk content.

I’ve left a window open for variations throughout and variation is very much a theme in itself throughout the piece. Online postings will remain abstract and are intended to be complimentary pieces to the hard copies that will be released once the project is terminated.

Anyway, Old Nick is cracking his whip again so I’d better get back to it.

Civil War

2012-01-11T06:45:45Z

A modest mayhem trapped in grey matter.

A taste of copper poisons the tongue.

The brutal memories taught you well. Violence now has few surprises and you know the outcome of the callous hand led by the cold eye.

The will to survive dictates elimination. The cerebral genocide renders its final image and its thousand words define everything you have ever been.

The Year Of 11

2011-12-31T06:47:08Z

The year started with a deep loss and felt like a morbid continuation of the year of 10. It has been several months now since I have had to bury any friends and I hope it will stay that way for at least a few years more.

Time isn’t on our side and making every day count isn’t always that easy. I certainly haven’t achieved anything like I had planned for this year. Between dealing with loss, depression and a general lack of support. The year has felt lonely and creativity has been hindered by constant interruptions and a noisy environment. As weeks rolled in to months I felt an ever growing frustration and lack of purpose. Still I have soldiered on and even though I have not completed what I set to do this year, I have at least gotten the most of it in place.

For me, the role of the artist is to take dysfunction and turn it in to an advantage. If there is no way out then create one.

Technicians look at what is possible and apply their knowledge.

The artist makes the impossible happen.

The harder life gets, the more inventive you have to be. Pondering a problem doesn’t make it go away though it is part of the observation process. This year I have seen many changes and not many of them have been good. A lot of talk without action, a lot of acts no one took the time to think through and a lot of people having parties to celebrate murder.

A world run by technicians and followed by the fashion conscious.

Tools and toys have replaced constructive thought making many consider themselves artists rather than acknowledge that they are a statistic on a bill of sales. It has been a sad empty year built with apathy which makes me ask myself this question: What are you going to do about it?

Satie

2011-12-25T08:33:14Z

This old heart doesn’t beat like it once did

It falters and doubts and regrets

This old heart doesn’t have the strength it once had

It’s rhythm now broken by distance and neglect

Pumping bad blood and an ancient poison

Lost in illusions, lost

Forsaken

The knot of old ways undone

For fun

For an instant to remember

Slowly forgotten

As life goes on

Business As Usual

2011-12-22T09:46:49Z

Frivolity fills the cardboard cut out that you are. A facade so clean and shiny that when I look at you. All I can see is myself and with reflection I realise that you are nothing more than your environment.

To try and find your soul is a great leap in to the void. You are a small collection of other people’s thoughts styled by commerce. A fashionable front for a decaying life.

I almost feel pity for you as you brand your every day with a casual smile borrowed from a magazine. Displaying as much personality as a shop window mannequin and looking just as plastic.

Priority is in the purchase. You are what you have and I know the price tag on your existence. Behind the signs in gleaming lights it slaves away for a handful of coins. You pay a high price for their cheap lives and you carry that with pride. Feeling overwhelmed with joy to be a walking, talking advert for someone else’s con.

The Three Acts

2011-12-21T08:50:51Z

After centuries of mindless slaughter coming to an almighty wipe out of life within certain areas of the planet. National borders were redefined for the mutilated population who had survived. New rules were set in place. They were simple and everyone was required to know them. Conflicts had brought humanity to its knees and those who had created those conflicts had run away to hide in pre constructed safe havens. The first rule of the new world was the Responsibility act. It followed the old adage of what you sow you shall reap. The primary application of this rule had been to find all of the safe havens of past leaders and insure that they could not leave them alive. Automated machine guns and trip wires linked to high explosives were installed at every exit point to insure summary execution of all those who tried to escape. Weaponry and ammunition were maintained daily by the Survivor State Guard who made up the entirety of the Survivor population. Military service was obligatory for every man, woman and child capable of baring arms and township security was maintained by the Guard on a rotation basis.

The principle of this society was: maintain balance through knowledge and action. Each member received the same education in their early years until they displayed a talent that would be of benefit to the group. This was based upon the second rule: You are part of the whole. Officially known as the Unity act.

To avoid the spreading of conflict a third rule was implemented which followed the terms of: if you start a fight, you finish it alone. This rule was entitled: the Beleaguered act and those who did not respect this were sentenced under the Responsibility act.

Rapid Eye Movement

2011-12-15T07:38:37Z

The dreamer wrapped herself in a duvet to leave the real behind. There was nothing out there that appealed to her. A dreary world painted grey and littered with adverts. She closed her eyes and painted a world with a thousand hues of fantasy. Where the creatures of nightmares became docile and obedient. Where feelings were an entity that moulded architecture and machine. Trees grew in to homes baring fruits of eternal life and all was vibrant with laughter and gentle music.

She could live there for a few hours before the screaming alarm of reality shook her back in to the mundane life of the factory. She had been working there from the age of 16. Making the same movements everyday for eight to twelve hours before having a bowl of noodles and a cup of tap water. Day in, day out, she would go over her most recent dream while pushing the same button and pulling the same lever. She watched box after box of rich men’s’ fantasies pass her by while knowing that her only possible escape from the factory walls was wrapped up in her duvet.

You

2011-12-14T17:58:22Z

Time to speak in to the void. Are you out there??? Does it matter? Do you care? You speak of love, you speak of peace, you speak of a future I was never promised and I look at you and know you are full of shit because it all comes down to you.

I can look at your life and summarise. I can listen and understand, give you that hand you need but you have to realize you need it. Trust is not an option. It’s not a means that you can buy and sell. So please, take your infantile games and stuff them as far up your arse as they can possibly go. Chance is for the gambling table, Fate is for the unfortunate. I will never be owned and you…You will never be forgiven.