Saturday, March 16, 2013

To Respark, With Love

There is a wondrous glow at the magic hour of sunrise. Something about the cold blue sheen warps understanding of color much like the eerie yellow radiance of a sodium lamp. It was in these forsaken twilight sessions that I mused on contrasting relationships between shade and hue. An ill-calibrated monitor forces one to consider what the eye is really able to see. My limits of perception and patience reached a threshold and I wonder if there was a breakthrough during this trial.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

†╫®§Ð¥ЋɌɰÐШⁿ 009>> The Sonic Arms Race

Sifting through the world of music videos is a daunting, herculean effort when there's a cause involved. Enter Thursday. There is a lot of ammo in the month or so that I have abstained from discovering new content. Make no mistake, I have stockpiled a cinematic barrage.