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Some textures created with #touchdesigner for violinist Anna Phoebe for her gig at the Deal Music and Arts festival

Been an absolute age since I’ve posted any TD stuff. Medusa - This one’s based on Sarv’s tutorial on Pops:

youtu.be/yfDHqNEuiZQ?...

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Really interesting stuff. I believe the one pictured here went on to front Radiohead.

"What do we want?"
"A compilation album!"
"What shall we call it?"
"Now!"

Does this mean I’ll be able to buy corn dogs in Tesco now? Whatever they are?

"Doctor doctor, I keep thinking I'm in the wrong joke!"
"Who's there?"
"What?"
"What who?"
"What do you mean 'What who"?"
"Edward Woodward"

Why do birds,
suddenly appear,
every time,
you are near?
Just like me,
you seem to be,
made of seeds.

Yes but I’m sure you have far too much integrity to shamelessly repost them!

Ok so this is cheating and I’m not even sorry but my genuary20 thing was literally called Brutalism. So here it is again for #genuary23 #genuary #genuary2025 When the guilt overwhelms me I might develop it some more so it’s at least a bit different…

Brutalism. Day 20 - Generative Architecture. This is why they don’t let me build houses.
#touchdesigner #genuary #genuary2025 #genuary20

Op Art. #genuary19 #genuary #genuary2025 #touchdesigner

What does the wind look like? Me: Right let’s not do the obvious. Also me: immediately does the obvious.
Annoying. #Touchdesigner #genuary #genuary2025 #genuary18

DNA Corruption. #touchdesigner #genuary #genuary2025

An Elegant Collapse. A different iteration of a previous post. #touchdesigner #genuary #genuary16 #genuary2025

Entanglement. AKA ‘What happens inside my cable drawer when I close it’ #touchdesigner #genuary #genuary2025
#genuary16 Generative palette

Britain invented the atomic bomb 🇬🇧

Black and White Only. #genuary #touchdesigner #genuary2025

And another one - Grid Switch Mk.III Looks like this one has been enVenomed…
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More noodling with noise, limits and quantisation. Grid Switch Mk. II
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@radarradar.bsky.social This you?

Deep Tendrils #touchdesigner #generativeart

Chromatic Fire Through a Horizontal Plane. #touchdesigner #generativeart

Viral Containment
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New Year’s resolution - 1024x768. It literally never gets old…

Some quick Boxing Day experiments with noise quantisation #generativeart #touchdesigner

me: you boy what day is it today?

boy: nonces shout out of the window day.

me: oof you’ve absolutely done me there.

why don't they have pain-killers in the jungle?

because the parrots have eaten all of them

A Traditional Family Christmas   It wasn’t until that first Christmas with your family that I realised how we all do it differently, how every family forges its own traditions, as bright and distinct as any giant, shining star.   The way you laid out coal sacks instead of stockings; the recital of a limerick before the opening of each present, Christopher Lee’s heavy metal Christmas album playing quietly in the background; the pre-breakfast snorkel;   the Dance of the Seven Baubles; the festive epaulettes; lunch with its ptarmigan fritters in milk sauce, the suet potatoes, and the sweet and sour popcorn; the replenishing of glasses with red turkey wine;   sprout-rolling in the park; the posting of a tinsel stick through Mr Jennings’ letterbox; and back for an evening of TV (some classic episodes of Panorama) and games (Hoist the Pickle, No Elbows Please!, Speculum) then bed.   The following year you came to my family for Christmas. You said later that it was weird. Brian Bilston

Today’s poem is called ‘A Traditional Family Christmas’.

i appreciate how there had to be a first instance where one guy was playing guitar and another guy thought “this would be like a really good time to yell a poem”

This is One of Those Poems without any Rhymes   This is one of those poems without any rhymes, the sort of thing you might read in the Telegraph or Time[crossed out] Guardian.   For, as proper poets know, rhyme’s deleterious and only gets in the way when you’re trying to be serious[crossed out] profound.   It’s childish and cloying, simplistic and singsong to bat rhymes back and forth like some dull game of ping pong[crossed out] table tennis.   To the literary critic it will cause great affront, which will make you resent them and think them a snob.   This is also one of those poems which looks like it might go on to say something insightful about the human condition but then just kind of ends. Brian Bilston

Today’s poem is called ‘This is One of Those Poems without any Rhymes’.