This Week

MUGA Machinima OpeningSunday I attended the MUGA Machinima opening. I couldn’t figure out how to use the screens properly and watched the videos online. Most of them I’ve seen. I’d intended to submit the one I did of Newton but had run out of space to upload to Vimeo for the week. Instead I uploaded a slide show of Venexia I photographed just before it closed and didn’t mention it.monday_001I’d linked six drawings to a panel for the Drinking and Drawing show because I simply can’t deal with placing anything individually on the MU grid. Then it turned out to be four or five drawings so I edited it. wednesday_001I set the panel to the side. Later Trilby moved some things around so I could put my panel up on the wall. After struggling to open a package of Paleo Wraps in real life I didn’t feel like messing with this anymore and I’m really tired of explaining this to people.Snapshot_004My landlady wants me to use the Shotgun House in Eaton as a gallery but that will be a while. The doors don’t close on their own so I know that people wander in all the time.

Tai Chi Mastery Certificate

I posted the Tai Chi Mastery certificate I made for Elle on MU Talk and the MU Documentary Flickr group. For me, Elle is the best example of an ideal MU participant.

captivate_008I saw Bryn Oh at SL12B. I was checking out the role play info for Asphyxiation Point. They have fabulous rain at their exhibit and it makes little splashes on the ground. But Danger! Role play in virtual reality has been a huge disappointment for me.wednesday_008I almost landed on Fushcia Nightfire when I teleported in to her SL12B exhibit. Snapshot_005And I took down my studio along with the stuff I had at the tai chi dojo. Now except for the drawings at the Drinking and Drawing wall, all my stuff is cleaned up.





This Week

A O at C I OThis will be a long and random post. Above is the photo I took of Art Oluja at City Inside Out. That is her written piece she’s looking at. I gradually got the idea of doing a machinima about it after first wondering if any of the story board writings would work.

I didn’t save the first one properly and then deleted a bunch of the components to keep my new laptop organized so I can find stuff. I can’t figure out how to make folders in this one. And then I had to redo most of my work.

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Now that MU is winding down, my landlady has been patiently waiting for me to have more time to assist with property maintenance. She wants to see if the pod boat owner would like to use this place in Montara as a stop. So we tried out several different docks before settling on this one. It had to be positioned right so Governor Linden would stop sending it back to my Lost and Found folder.boat dock_002Then there is the 512 snowlands property where I have my small build platform. Land has been sold next door and the new neighbors have put up ugly ban lines. So Kate doesn’t want to hang out in the yard anymore and got a bigger house for us to be indoors. It is a Shotgun house by Culprit. And it is a Louisiana type house, not for snowlands but it does have a fireplace. And this is SL. We can have any kind of house anywhere.boat dock_003 She thinks it would make a nice gallery. And that wouldn’t use up so many prims since I use the build platform too. I put a rug in, and my plant stand with hibiscus. I made it smaller than the giant one at my studio. I actually looked up the care of hibiscus online. They can grow indoors with warmth and it’s recommended to be in a south or western window so I placed it in this west window near the fire place.boat dock_004I went to the visiting artist talk at MU but after eating carbs I had to go crash after an hour.musical drawing for class My drawing for class this week which was to be something musical. This is my drawing and I’m sticking with it.Snapshot_014Newton stopped by my studio on Friday night so I snapped pics of him in front of the white backdrop to make some double exposure pictures. I liked them so well that I was inspired to make a machinima of still photos and out of context quotes by him. I used a lot of my drawings as the second photo as well as places I’ve photographed around SL.Newton 4Like this. This is so much fun!

tai chiI’ve cancelled the rest of the tai chi classes for the semester. I gave Elle her certificate of mastery and will post it to MU Talk later on. zombie_012And I still have my collection of zombie artists at MU photos. I’m not sure what I’ll do with them yet.

Soon this blog will be shut down. I will likely start another one in a few months to document my creativity.

I’m so glad I wrote all this. Even if I never look at it again.

Double Exposure Stills

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The above photo was taken at City Inside Out and Lost City. I blended both photos in Picmonkey, using one of them as an added texture. I watched a tutorial about it, which I’m not sure is available to users of the free version. It’s fairly simple to figure out; I just hadn’t ever thought of it.

Picmonkey is one of the few subscriptions I have of all the tools on the internet. (I’ve also purchased Fraps.) Contact me inworld if you have questions.

I’m simply not willing to use my mental bandwidth on things like Photoshop at this time and I’m not a snob about which applications I use.  Like playing with glitch art last week, I gave myself a crash course in this double exposure technique.  I used different settings than in the tutorial which may be more suited for real life photos.


Trilby Minotaur is one of the avatars in my new machinima. I photographed them in front of a white panel. So much of what I do is on the fly; I photographed snow on the ground in Eaton, on Sansara, for the texture.


I snapped still shots on location at LEA 20.

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It takes, patience, luck, tweaking and a good eye for what you like.

I’m in the very beginning stages of learning machinima and this is something I can do now to help  bring my vision to manifestation in my art.


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Medici University Gallery ~ Generative, Glitch and Gifs Opening

gg and gThe MUGA opening was last Friday evening and I enjoyed it. I’d been concerned that certain people might treat it as a Crit Class but there was nothing troubling or annoying for me. People were generally supportive and it was kept light and social. gg and g 2My four pieces were the first four (keepers) I’d ever done. I’m not at all experienced in this sort of creativity as the other three artists, Elle Thorkveld, Feels Empty and Michael Green who entered a piece at the last minute.

I did a post about the opening on my main blog, which is unusual for me. I’m always highlighting the creativity of others. Two of my readers went to see the gallery later, Hana Hoobino and Seraphim Placebo, and gave me kind feedback.ggand g 3Since I’m learning machinima, I put photos together in a slide show and searched for appropriate music and posted it here. I was surprised that this little effort took more data than the longer things I’ve done but then I see how busy the photo are and maybe it’s all those little bits of data. More so that the fields of soft grasses and soothing skies that I like. gg and g 4The curator, Myra Wildmist. might have one more gallery show. Machinima.

I have one ready but have used my Vimeo upload limit for this week. The video is an improvement over my previous ones and I’ll post about it soon.

The double exposure photography I used for the still photos in it – I took a crash tutorial course – took over any experimenting I might have done with the glitch art. For this week anyway.

Path Light and Hassock

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I’ve learned more skills making a hassock and a path light. It might not make great furniture but I can make art pieces with what I learn. The hassock has a meditation animation and the script to make it work inside. It wouldn’t work for a while until I figured out that the cushion only needed the script and animation in the content tab. The light gives off a nice glow which I can use to make stuff.

There was another plant to make, which my awkward fingers had trouble dealing with before. But I did make a flexi prim.

I recall spending a lot of time and wasting money getting a plant texture when I tried unsuccessfully to recreate in Second Life a plant like I did in opensim. When looking at textures in the texture organizer that Oona gave me I noticed there were some available there. Well, there’s just way too much stuff to remember and figure out.

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The supplies kits in opensim are on the Great Canadian Grid in Parkville, which is Chic Aeon’s place. The Pay It Forward Building School.

I think my skills will be used for sculpture hopefully.

Lucia Ventures Out From Stepford

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Weeks and months had passed. The weather was hot and humid which made the stench around the zombies even more foul. The uninfected were miserable and bored. There was no real leadership among them, just a lot of talk and finger-pointing. It took too much energy to destroy the walking dead; they were ineffective anyway so a sort of tolerance had built up.

Lucia’s strategy was to avoid or outrun them and only fight in self-defense. She began to roam in gradually widening circles from her home in Stepford. Carrying a backpack which held a water bottle, hand mirror, sandwich, chips and a few old cell phones she headed out with a knife at her belt and one of her ex-husbands expensive golf clubs in her hand.

Whacking a zombie with the golf club was the last line of defense, one she rarely had to resort to. The second-to-last defense was to hold the mirror up to the zombie in question who usually became mesmerized with it’s reflection and began to make awkward grooming motions.

The old useless cell phones were very effective in occupying the poor creatures for hours as they would mimic movements buried in what was left of their synapses. They would gaze down at the device, poking at it with rotting fingers while making low grunting and moaning sounds.

Lucia wasn’t at all up for skateboarding but she was great on a bike, making day trips from Stepford to forage for supplies. She often stalked small groups of the afflicted since they were great at rooting out objects that were valuable to her new way of life.  As with time and anything done often enough, she had fallen into a routine.

One balmy day in May, she’d been on an extended bike trip, rode over a steep ridge and found herself looking down at what appeared to be a small village. It looked odd and unusual. Before the catastrophe, she’d taken pride in being a world traveler and was also regarded as being knowledgeable of the region in which she lived.

The structures didn’t seem to have suffered much damage and there were no bodies laying about as far as she could tell. The afflicted woman she’d been following for days was bumping about before plopping down on the stool in front of an easel.

Lucia recognized her because she seemed more curious than most of the infected and because of the paint on her arms and around her mouth.

As Lucia watched, the creature dipped a bony hand into a small opened paint bucket and gathered a handful of the now viscous substance and brought it to her mouth which was soon covered with an azure color. Next she began roughly splattering blobs of paint onto the canvas panel in front of her.

Taking a long swig from the water bottle, Lucia looked around for any signage and noticed a small marker that said LEA 23. Nearby was a wooden post with worded arrows pointing in different directions. The names meant nothing to her.

She looked at the sky; she’d have to turn back soon if she was to make it home before dark.

Estelle’s Solution

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Estelle slapped her hand at the stinging on the back of her damp neck. The humidity was awful and while the screen doors in the farmhouse were good, what with all the coming and going, some tiny, flying insects were bound to get in.

Letting out a deep sigh, she collapsed into the big chair, her mind drifting into the chronic ruminating on the state of her life. The life that wasn’t even close to the one of her dreams.

The house was quiet; the kitchen and dining room cleaned just to an acceptable standard and she was weary.  She gave a slight shake of her head, quickly adjusted one of her hair curlers, and considered the amount of food the day laborers had put away. With their sun browned faces and tired eyes they’d eaten the noon meal on their best indoor manners. Heads bowed, they’d looked intently at the food on the plates in front of them instead of looking at Estelle.

All of them were useless.  Still, she and her sister-in-law June were dependent on them to help keep the place running since Estelle’s husband Earl had gone missing the year before.

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June, now she was annoying, relentlessly optimistic in the face of never ending work and the tedium of a small community. There was definitely something wrong with that girl, behaving as if every new day held the possibility of a grand adventure. If she kept up with the whistling and singing in the house, Estelle swore to herself she’d whack her upside the head with a rolling pin or skillet.

It had been much slower with Earl. What a waste that whole situation had been. He’d been so dashing in high school. Estelle hadn’t been much interested in boys; most of her attention had been on escaping here. She’d suspected she was destined to become a notable film star, spending any free time and cash she could acquire to sneak away to the local cinema in the afternoons. Earl had a nice car, easy-going nature and leading man good looks if you squinted just right. He made her laugh once upon a time.

They married just out of high school. He’d been just wild enough and she had him wrapped around her finger. He was supposed to help her get to California.

Then his mom and daddy were killed when a semi plowed into them and he was left in charge of the small farm. He refused to consider leaving June with all the work and within a summer began acting and looking like an old man. Estelle had become more frustrated and unhappy.

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Life was then hopeless until Patty came back to town. Her dad had the local café, where Patty had worked behind the counter all through high school. She’d gotten out for a while, going to Hollywood and returning with grand tales, airs and a funny way of moving her hands while talking loudly.

Estelle pretended to believe the stories so she could mine her for information. She’d go to the café almost every other afternoon and walk out irritably if Patty wasn’t working. Otherwise, she’d sit at the counter and have a milk shake and they’d talk if it wasn’t too busy.

Soon the talk and complaining got old; they were both miserable. Patty began lowering her voice to a whisper and dropping hints about some old recipes her granny had, recipes that aided in taking care of some of life’s more stubborn problems. Over time a plan was hatched.

Earl just kept on working and smiled less. June kept whistling and singing. Then Earl began to weaken and have a grayish cast to his face. Then he disappeared one rainy weekend. Efforts were made to locate him but there were no leads and as life went grinding on the talk eventually turned to other things.

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Things became worse for Estelle. Now she was expected to pitch in with even more of the work and she feared her pretty looks were fast fading. The cherry on top of all this was some nosy lady from Little Rock had been snooping around. She was at the café too often, always alone with no known business.  A few people had told of rumors that she was a lady detective. Estelle didn’t believe that. She’d never heard of a lady detective.

She brushed at the bite on her left forearm and looked at the clock. June was late coming in from her afternoon break. She’d usually pour a glass of iced tea and bang away at the piano for half an hour or so. Where did she get all that energy, instead of wilting like a normal person?

Estelle stood and plodded out into the back yard to look for her sister-in-law. A flash of alarm jolted her as she saw June standing in the doorway of the cow shed. What had she needed to look for in there anyway? Estelle found herself unable to look away as June gazed at her with questioning eyes, the questioning mingled with mild hostility and suspicion.