Category: Day 01 – Monday, Oct 19
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Yours truly… partially present
KEYWORDS: warmup (ice breaker), generating/generative poetry, PechaKucha lite, Prathima Muniyappa Thursday 15 October 2020. Four days ago. I received the news… I’d been accepted onto the fellowship. As… An ‘understudy’. (Let’s just pretend that I know what that means.) All I could think was, ‘Fantastic!’ Because, ‘This is going to BeFantastic!’ …challenging, too. For starters, the […]
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Starting off! D1.
The breakout roomsactually helped us connect with each other in small groups. This was interesting because, everyone knew their pecha kucha session would be there later and there was no defined topic for discussion, so the fun is who will start the conversation on what? Lolz. Digital networking is a new reality. Good to connect […]
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Unwelcome, Silenced
Today we trained our computer to recognize some objects and associate those objects with poems that we had written. It was nice to work with such a straight forward, code-free app. I finished early and tried styling my output with some css, it didn’t work out very well.
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Warm up to be Mind-blown
I have come into the fellowship with a sponge for a brain. I was excited and also anxious about meeting new people in an online setting and to add to it my Pecha Kucha was scheduled for the first day itself. Stef Turner was our facilitator and she really eased me into it. The warm up […]
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Day One
I started the day quite nervously and with a touch of unhealthy imposter syndrome! As a visual artist I am incredibly interested in how TechArt can develop my practice and indeed have produced a number of pieces that utilise technology to strengthen their function as interactive meaningful artworks. However I often work with technicians, and […]
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Unpredictability is..
Based on the poem that was generated on Day 01, we explored how to associate different objects to each line. We were able to train a model so that it could recognize these objects. And so, as the outcome of Day 02’s exercise we had a small web app that recognized objects and prompted the […]
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a word, any word
every silence is a sea every sound a seed a word, any word is a semantic sea of phonetic seeds consciousness, for example, is a sea: misty, mystic, mysterious yet, you see, its semantic unfinity is quite simply made of four finite seeds: con, not pro but artifice she, not he but we us, not […]
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Poem
Identity is White like Light Sounds like the night in a forest Identity is Calm, Unknown and Ambiguous
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A Crescent Moon Rises
The birds are tweeting in the woods. A chair is thumping on the floor. The record plays in reverse. A yellow crescent moon is rising, now orange, now hot pink, as a baboon’s behind. What colour is subversion? What is the sound of critique? What shape is a celebration? These aren’t questions I could have […]
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