Posted tagged ‘iPad art’

Memorized poetry poem

June 18, 2011

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New experiment today: seeing if I can write a poem on the iPad! (And on the train.)

I love writing poetry by hand. But it is interesting to stretch one’s brain, and, frankly, it’s always terrific to write in a way that does not require transcription.

So here’s my attempt. What I was thinking of was another current interest–memorizing poetry. Followers of this blog know that I was very impressed by memory techniques outlined in Joshua Foer’s recent book Moonwalking With Einstein. My own memorization efforts have slackened recently, but the way in which the memorized poems have stayed with me has been kind of interesting. See below.

The Bits I’ve Got By Heart

In my head the women come and go
talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time, time for
the lines to formulate in the brain,
and when they are formulated, to drop like gentle rain
from a heaven that’s not quite consciousness;
to break, but soft, into a waking dream,
to be each morning morning’s minion,
as my head turns from the pillow,
plucking, before day is quite begun,
the golden apples from what might otherwise be
a simple rag and bone shop–too bland for foul,
scuttled by ragged part-my-hair-behind prosaicness.
Instead, those half-remembered verses,
gleaned from a teeming brain,
roll up into one ball all I ken
of poets’ strength
and sweetness, and the
dancer, who is part dance,
pirouettes, keeping time
with a beat that echoes
on the inside.

Pearl Moves Up In the World

June 17, 2011

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“But all the food falls UNDER the table.”

Unnoticed Rainbow, James Joyce, Elephants

June 16, 2011

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It’s June 16th, “Bloomsday,” the day in which James Joyce’s ULYSSES takes place. I wasn’t thinking about James Joyce when I did the above drawing, the elephant with a dark cloud over his head who has a hard time seeing a rainbow. I was thinking about the moods that overtake those of the ManicDdaily persuasion, the gloominess that is the dark side of an overly can-do spirit. I was thinking, really, how the gloominess often has little to do with external circumstances, i.e. a rainbow overhead, but more with internal physical circumstances, i.e. a raincloud in the head.

All of which brings me, awkwardly, to James Joyce, since if there was ever anyone who could delineate what was going on in a head, while also depicting the “overhead,” as it were, it was he. Alas, with no elephants.

Late night trains with iPad – no rest for the weary with weird priorities

June 15, 2011

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I’ve done everything wrong this evening and it’s all the fault of the iPad. I took it out at a friend’s apartment to show it off.

A wait for the subway and twenty blocks later, I realize I have left it at his apartment. I get out of the train, climb back to the street (a disorienting place since I’m not familiar with this stop), find true North, take a cab into a lot of traffic, retrieve the iPad, and go back to the subway.

This time (I had a long wait last ride), I walk several blocks to a busier and (I hope) faster station. Thirty minutes later (an hour or so after first leaving my friend’s apartment), I am still waiting for a train.

This is a very annoying station. It is at the intersection of a few different lines, but they are separated by different platforms and stairwells, meaning that you have to exclusively choose which one you will wait for.

I opt for the platform that has two related downtown trains, an express and local, figuring I am doubling my bets, but soon realize that the express train is simply parked about a third of the way down the platform, and the local never comes. Disembodied voices occasionally announce that the express is arriving, and people troop dutifully to that side of the platform, even though we all kind of know that no new train is going to hurtle past the one that blocks the track.

Finally, after much analysis of the light patterns on the stained subway walls on the local track, trying to divine impending traindom, I give up on this line, and follow the signs to another line, the Broadway line. The long stairs lead me to something silver–a train!==whose doors are closing.

This line has a little electrical sign to tell me the next train is 11 minutes away.

I rush back to the stairs to look down to the other platform (the one I’ve just left) where I can just make out a silver roof of a new train, a stopping train, a train whose doors will close before I can ever get there.

Now, finally (more than 11 minutes later) I am sitting on a moving train. It is not exactly my train, but it will take me to a stop in the general vicinity of my apartment.

Ah, and now, mid-trip, we are being held by the train dispatcher. There is another train across the platform, a train that may be better than this one. But I have my iPad on my lap, and I am too tired to re-arrange it, and–wait, that other train is actually a much better train for me (I suddenly remember all the walking and detours this one is going to require when I get off) but its doors have shut now.

Yes, my train, my right train, is moving on, and for some reason, we are still sitting here at a platform, doors open.

But, at least I have my iPad.

Hmmmmm……

A Morning’s Lark in Downtown NYC

June 14, 2011

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Back in New York City, and woke in the early morning (4:30?) to the sound of a song bird. I don’t know if it was truly a lark, but I’m going to say lark because when my mind thinks of birds singing early in the morning, my mind says lark.

Amazing. There it was. Bird song. Trilling, lilting, sliding up and down a piccolo scale, unperturbed by the undercurrent roar of airconditioning units, so much more Debussy than Broadway.

When I actually got up, more toward 7, it was gone. City sounds taking over. Cars. Voices. Forklifts.

Where had the bird gone? How did it happen to be here ? (I thought larks were in meadows, praries. If they came into a city at all, that city was Verona.)

Speaking of Verona, are there two?

Dog in the Clouds – Blogger Not In Damascus

June 13, 2011

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Please don’t be alarmed. The above painting/picture of a dog in clouds is part of my ongoing experiment with iPad Apps and, although it depicts my sixteen year old dog Pearl, is no sign of Pearl’s past or upcoming demise. (At least, I hope not.) I just like painting Pearl and I thought she’d look cool in clouds.

The spectral quality of Pearl in this painting came to mind today when I was reading about Tom MacMaster, a male graduate student blogger, who has, for the last four months, been posing/posting as “Gay Girl in Damascus.” Recent posts, which implied the detainment of the “girl” by Syrian authorities, had led to increased alarm and activism among followers. This, plus some detection work by more suspicious readers, led to MacMaster’s confession and posted apology.

It’s a long, weird story and cautionary tale: http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/06/13/gay-girl-in-damascus-blogger-admits-to-writing-fiction-disguised-as-fact/?scp=1&sq=Gay%20gal&st=cse

MacMaster insists he did not intend to harm anyone but rather to “illuminate” the story of the Syrian uprising. He ended up not only writing 137 posts, but hundreds of emails “in character” to sympathetic followers (a few of whom now feel considerably harmed.)

Hard to know quite what motivated MacMaster. (Hopes of a book deal?)

My point here is assure all that Pearl, above, really is Pearl, and that Manicddaily really is me, manic-d-daily (but not, as sometimes depicted, an elephant.)

Country Nights (With Dog and Elephant)

June 12, 2011

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Outside the Train Window. App-loaded. Mini How-to With Elephant.

June 11, 2011

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Followers of this blog know that I’ve become a little “App-happy” since getting an iPad 2 earlier this year. I openly disclose that a part of my obsession may arise from being an Apple stockholder: I am anxious to believe in the company’s products just so I don’t have to make any decisions about selling the stock.

In my defense, the “Apps” that have been of particular interest to me of late are not Apple products, but they do give the iPad a lot of possibilities.

The picture above was a photograph taken from the MetroNorth train going up the Hudson. Admittedly, the camera on the iPad 2 is not great. It’s even worse when used on a moving train, and worse still when used by me. (I’m still not exactly clear where the lens of the camera is located.) Plus the screen is so glossy and my eyes are so bad I can’t always see the image I am shooting. In this case, I didn’t even try. I just stuck the iPad over my head so that I had a hope of not filming the window frame.

Then I took that image, transferred it to the Brushes App, a finger painting app, and for lack of a better idea, drew an elephant in it. That’s the first picture below. (I was proud of myself for using the eraser function on the app, to make it look like the boat and oar were slightly underwater.)

THEN, I moved the painted photograph to the Photogene App to try some of the Photogene filters. Mixtures of finger painting and photograph often have a weird Roger Rabbit aspect especially with an unskilled artist (like myself). But the beauty of the Photogene filters are that you can stylize the entire piece so that the differences between the photo and the finger-painting diminish. The second one below was done with the “Posterize” filter.

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Yes, a bit hackneyed. Still, cool!

Circus Animals? Appy Friday!

June 10, 2011

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End of long hot week. Glad it’s over. I know this picture doesn’t really relate to any of that, but rather my personal fascination with elephants, dogs, and iPad Apps. This one uses Brushes, Sketchbook Pro, and the updated Photogene App, which allows you to make little strokes of light. Above, the strokes are pretty subtle and perhaps not fully carried through. Still, I’m hoping they look like beams from either an opening in the tent, or maybe circus lights (ha!), I’m not sure I’ve succeeded. Interesting tools though. Have a great weekend.

Handwriting with iPad. (Better for those who can put on make-up? On trains?)

June 9, 2011

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