The landing was hell on my rocket…
Ever wonder what the process of giving form to something looks like?
BMW has an idea and shares it with the rest of us through the kinetic sculpture installed at the BMW Museum in Munich. Employing the use of over 700 individual metal spheres and stepper motors, the mechanical wonder covers six square meters. Over the course of seven minutes, it dances out a hypnotic, mechatronic narrative that visualizes the process of form-finding. Here is a brief sample of the sculpture’s performance:
A trip to Munich may be in order…
After what has seemed like a week of meetings, networking events and social gatherings, it was time for a change. So this afternoon I set out with a bag full of cameras and a phone full of maps; and ended up among derelict steel mills and abandoned yards at water’s edge, climbing around on rusting components in the waning sun.
I also found some pretty cool castoffs of mind-boggling scale:
More to come from this afternoon’s work…Stay tuned…
Ever wanted to fast forward life? How about eight years in about two minutes:
In this short video, JK Keller flips through eight years worth of daily self-portraits. The static images from his daily photo project can be viewed here on his website.
Generally I try and avoid brief posts about random novelties, but this is just too cool to pass up. People, have you seen the ToneMatrix? Seriously, this is such a neat application– simple, elegant and just plain fun!
It has always fascinated me how seemingly trivial things can trigger one’s memory on a dime and transport you to another time or place in an instant– hidden snapshots of one’s life peppered throughout our daily comings and goings.
This song always propels me back in time to a rainy night in Pittsburgh— biblical rain, soaking you to the bone and waiting on Carson Street for the 54C back to Oakland. The experience or night holds no significance to my present life, no new characters came into my life that night, no profound observations were made on that day, the rain did not catalyze anything other than hailing a taxi and yet it remains as a warm and vivid memory: Crumpled up in an old leather jacket, waiting beneath a street light flipping through sketchbooks with the other regular from my coffeeshop (who was also waiting for the overdue bus), wet licorice streets, headlights exaggerated by raindrops…
It seems strange to me that such an insignificant moment in my life remains so firmly imprinted upon my memory and yet it does.
What random moments are firmly implanted in your memory, dear readers?