Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Final Video





Bird Bones


FINAL- Mermaid




Dunnington Final: Big Birds

The Perfect "Human" - Four Obstructions, Final video project

Video Link

Life Obstructed (Saw Min Maw final video)

Saw Min Maw
ART 246: Digital Media
May 13, 2014
Final video (obstructions)

I chose two narrative excerpts from the film Waking Life (2001) that I wanted to use as the overarching narration of my piece. Regarding form, I drew from two styles of editing- montage and infographics. I used corresponding images and video to the narration as a means to provoke thought that associates the content. I chose popular media footages that I am already familiar with and believe that many my age can relate to, mainly from the internet.

Link to my video:

Click Me!

My Poetic Experience Link


Here is my poetic experience link


Monday, April 28, 2014

Experiencing FB relationships

Different way to experience mythology:



Dunnington Poetic Experience



lyricalthirst project blog


digital documentation of my analog poetic experience project!

gross things people do in public


here is my web archiving project -_-

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Collection of Variation

View in addition to the projection/video demonstrated in class.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Another's Skin

Here is a link to the twitter account, @anothersskin. In your tweet, you should definitely include the hashtag #AnothersSkin, and can also tweet @anothersskin. If you don't have a twitter account it's super easy to make one, otherwise I guess you could post the pics on here and I could tweet it?

SMM Vinyl cut

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tune Walk (36 titles)

No map, but lost in thought? No worries.

Come, sit. Listen to the psychedelic stereo, as it casts
reflets dans l'eau.

Just float on the melody.

It's that simple, really, I'd like you to join me.

It would be a shame to spend the day without you.

We can walk, ride on falling leaves
or upon a brass elephant, take your pick. I prefer to walk.

The saxophone is moanin'
as the foggy morning
breaks into a bright day.

Share with me the sun as it
melts, painting the soundscape gold.

There is no uncertainty
that there is a delicate sense of balance in this dimension.

Within the sonic woods,
musical notes bloom into tessellating flowers,
which confess
true love from the future.

Blaze a path with your funk blaster.

Through loud pipes,
it spews forth the wildfire
of a universal language.

You can feel the mcfunk vibrations
creating an uncanny simulation of
humanity's heartache fetish.

Unnatural silence has faded
since day one, and will stay as such
until doomsday.

What about us, you ask?

I'm glad to let you know
that I know the truth.

The genesis of recorded sound
has granted, on impulse, relative immortality.

We must go on
countless walks.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Thursday, April 10, 2014