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Collage 53, Un-Still Life: Village Pizza, Vertical. 10/2022 In this collection, Un-Still Life: Village Pizza, Vertical. 10/2022, each frame and Alpha Channel in the process of generating is a 1 of 1 in this collection. The contemporary global digital culture, with its ephemeral images on glowing screens, has fractured previous realities. Our sense of self, community and cultural identity are increasingly dependent on the digital presentations we create. This uneasy relationship we sense with the ephemeral nature of bits and our dependence on evolving hardware to retrieve this growing portion of ourselves is a new tension our culture is experiencing. With an algorithmic sense of humor, the ADPC visualizes the passage of time through an additive process that overwrites and alters the legibility of the image to simultaneously hold impressions of many moments and obscure details similar to human memory.
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From …”Light, as if we were wind”🌬️ It began slowly. Like an echo, like a scent that lingers in your hair after a hug. Every night he appeared in her dreams. Not in an intrusive way, not like a restless apparition but like a presence that seemed to have always belonged to that place. It was in the gestures, in the details, in his kindness. In the way he passed her a cup of coffee, in the sound of his breathing as he slept next to her, in the ease with which he caressed her hair as if he knew its texture better than anyone else. She woke up with a heavy heart. Confused. In the balance. Those dreams were so clear that they seemed real to her, yet they brought with them something unreal, a sweet and painful suspension at the same time. A time that could not be placed, a place that did not exist in the visible world. She began to write. Broken sentences, whispered thoughts. Traces left on the edge of the dream, as if to stop it from dissolving. She wrote so as not to lose the intensity of those moments, she did not want them to fly away so quickly. Because something told her that there, in that territory fluctuating between wakefulness and sleep, there was a truth more authentic than any other. He did not know. Or maybe he did. Because he too began, without explanation, to hear the little messages whispered by her during the night. Short, essential, but full of a meaning that only he could grasp and he also whispered his to her softly and timidly. It was as if they were speaking on another plane, as if their souls were touching while their bodies remained separated by kilometers and unaligned destinies. And in that subtle game between the visible and the invisible, she began to sense something bigger. That that affection had not been born in ordinary time. That perhaps, in another space, that of the unconscious, of the ancestral memory, of the vibration, they had already loved each other. In another life, in another form. And now they were just looking for each other and recognizing each other again…continue 🫂
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