Ode to Computer Animation

Ode to Computer Animation What lures the crowd to hang in the zero-black vault rock at the flashing faucet snort the fluorescent picture stream down a pill as blue as the b of rgb Not the frozen moment of the concept shattering the wind spread-eagled above its fluttering tag on the bone blank cube white wall But liquid time's secrets teased through four views on void rastered as needlepoint neon signed along your retina by eyes that calculate the world's anguish and absurdity in thirtieths of a second What is this art where mimicry wrestles simulation burlesque confronts the antiseptic the key position waits an uncanny part-second long the monkey teases the physicist teases the cybercreature in a strange merry-go-round about the y-axis When virtual time congeals in almost forms gestures sleep vivisected in wire-bright splines particles strobe in slo-mo tiptoe atop the Boolean pot of tea in the throat of this cousin of dance this war tool this algorithmic play tank we call computer animation Sonya Shannon, Curator ComputerAnimations Digital Salon, Computer Animations 441 ...