Interactive Architecture

Graffiti Research Lab

Interactive Architecture is an illustration of the concept that digital projections can interact with the surfaces upon which they are projected. G.R.L. is proud to introduce Agent Watson; specializing in British ninja tactics and particle systems.

http://graffitiresearchlab.com/?page_id=32#video

Peter Greenaway

Peter Greenaway wants to create a re-presentation of the painting of the Nightwatch called Nightwatching as an act of theatre, treating the event of the painting as a theatrical activity of players, costumes, props, light, sound and dialogue set in a highly technical, innovating and creative installation; a combination of art and technology designed for an attentive audience that will be intrigued by a world of light and moving images and the single frozen moment.

http://www.petergreenawayevents.com/index.php?page=Nightwatching

VJ set (couldn't resist!): http://www.notv.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=90&Itemid=26

Near Vondelpark, Amsterdam

Craziness this week - a harsh introduction to dutch red tape. Honestly, it was like a scene out of Brazil!

Short updates (for those interested!):

- "Urban Queens" short film nearing the end of post-production, starting to hang together now.
- Motion Graphics showreel almost done
- Netherlands tax number (SOFI) progress
- "Fire Poi" short film about 70% complete
- I'm still trying to learn the Midi Trigger Finger!

No dice with studying in Berlin - it smelt funny. Free rental bikes though, and it had a great Film Museum with Marlene Dietrich, Fritz Lang & Ray Harryhausen (!) exhibits.

A couple of web tidbits fer ya's:
http://www.strandbeest.com/animaris%20rhinoceros%20transport_en.html
http://www.zefrank.com/ - i like the frog, it made me laugh.

Cya

London

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe,

In every city of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning church appals;
And the hapless soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful barlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

London was written by William Blake in 1794, in the aftermath of the French Revolution, a time of great political conflict in Britain.