The queen is hot, so get it on...
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Brother Dale, and Pmiller,
Ever drink Cod Liver Oil?
I've seen that stuff in old movies, and shows from the past -- TV action like Leave It To The Beaver, but have never tasted the elixir -- apparently quite awful.
Wonder if I could get my hands on some... Perhaps mix it with a bit of Peppermint Schnapps...
Either way, Jack bird "Rock Star" for the info -- helpful, will continue to learn...
Why render my action?
It's a big donkey Jack idea...
I say I feel pulled, and pulled is what I like to penetrate -- and that means putting the ghosts of self doubt into their jars, and "working it."
Work at making some fire gland renders.
And as I did with the Tarot -- the hot rock 78 -- the Mirror -- the pathless path -- I say "bring it."
So bring it, and work it.
Oh, work it.
Work it with a Render...
I have to push a Jack bird question.
What about Maya?
I like the name Maya, as it sounds like a spell.
A Jack bird Supernatural Spell... I rocking want to get down on that.
Digital Magick (oh, check out AC, and bring that... Bring the Crowley action).
If I render some machines like kind of photos, I can mess with them all a plenty, I feel.
That's what I feel today.
So what about Maya, you model in that, but it can create magic renders, this is big "oh Yeah," correct?
Not sure about such, but that's my notion.
And you can rocking bring all the sketch up sex into that universe, right on?
A Maya bird is friend or enemy?
I go for more.
Durant "I see a pie crust in need" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sisters,
I'm bringing the confusion.
I'm about looking at all the rendering options, but feel Maya is to magical a word to ignore...
I wonder about this... A bit like a Hex perhaps...
Maya madness...
Madness about rendering a photo real "mud doll" and scribbling all over it's slippery mouth grimy.
What about...
Rendering....
Rendering is a dream now...
Magick numbers and lust.
You heard of "Orgone?"
That's a crazy machine kind of magick.
Durant "Gigantic step into the future" Hapke
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Durant,
A mud doll? Heavens, no. You need a Hans Bellmer doll. For all your dada needs 'n deeds.
Pliable, willing, lifeless - just the ticket (wether exploded or not). Surely you don't wanna serve a naked mechanical bride?
And be a drone? Pay for lunch? ("$ 70 for a salad? Salaud!")
That said, mud is moist. Smells good, too. Give me 50, private! Mangle moist mud most maniacally.
Maya ... mucho complexo ... Go for it. Tit! Tit! Tit! I mean the bird.
Not sure if it's surname is Jack. My hangover'll be named Jack, though.
Stinkie "got carried away" von Stinkenstein
PS: Check out the Dutch artist Mark Manders. Mud dolls.
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Stinkie, Durant & I must share a hoppy longneck and burn fire on stone.
Shatter that contention of web riddled complacency.
Climb from within that pushing pulling line tool.
Pushing deep the boundaries of whaat's in store.
Fallacy reaps art and lines of code push past rigidity.
Much obliged.
Watching as the bird divides the crack within the dusk.
The queen is smiling....hotter than ever.
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durant, I can understand why you think renders of your su's would open great potentials for your work.
But I hope that you realize that rendering is very, very processor intensive.
Are you willing to let your computer churn away in the background for 2 hours, 6 hours, 2 days? You can't use it for anything else when rendering.
I think you'll find that most serious renderers here will have render farms ie:2, 3 or even four machines that do nothing else.
I get the feeling from your drawings that your workflow/creativity would be seriously hampered by having to stop and wait.
Now I could be wrong with all this, but I think the quality of render you would want would be quite exacting and very laborious to achieve.Here's an idea, I'm sure there would be several experts here who would be happy to do a test render for you, why not ask em? Then you'd have a better understanding of the benefits and pitfalls.
baz.
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Durant,
Your work is the most graphically unique on this whole forum...in fact, every time you post an image I download it and save it to a folder marked "Durant" for future reference. I don't do that for anyone else's work on this site, incidentally.
These images you post are like Ambrose Bierce ghost stories...spare, perverse, and exactly to the point. Nothing any photorealistic renderer is going to offer you will improve upon their needle-like effectiveness.
I'd hate to see you jump on the photorealistic bandwagon. Anyone can make something cool with that stuff. You seemingly can achieve more effect with much more limited tools...and that might be part of the appeal of your work.
--Lewis
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Stinkie Stack of thoughts...
Nice push, nice lead over to google and onto Mark Manders.
Rocking pour a tall one.
2my Cha Grin ming man date,
On yeah, I'm feeling you.
Bring that and Watch not to get burned....
Baz, much thought... Jack bird your on it -- will ponder.
Lewiswadsworth,
Fill a bucket with my processing of all your action.
I will soap my gray matter and rinse.
You are a very "give glad" grinder. Jack bird light up and pure.
Much to consider....
This all has me thinking about the 78, and way that action works...
Check it out.
22 - 56.
Here's a bit about trying and trying and looking.
I've fallen down a time or two... "Wow, DH, no?"
Once I took a tumble by a dumpster near a place I was working called "The Old JS Cantina" (as a young Jack, I did a stint as a fry baby, fry cook -- which wasn't a bad gig as you could drink for free, and eat french fries -- nothing like a good hot basket of fries), and found a wet envelope with three tickets to a Cheap Trick concert over at the University (it was a Jack bird killer cool show -- first time I "dated" two girls in the same night -- "I want you to want me" -- what a gas), and another time, I found a ten spot (which was great as I was on my last smoke, and could now buy a fresh pack of Desert Beasts -- light it up).
Will any of this realte to building models, or perhaps my sudden interest in modeling?
Not so much, but it will inspire thought about the pathless path.
A few years later, I was visiting a friend we called "The Sis'n S," over at a new apartment building, he was one of the first tenants, so most all the other units were empty.
This provided maximum freedom for our 12-oz meditations (we use to pile up beer bottles in the corner of a room, and on time a bunch of flies got in there -- or grew there -- and I was a batch of them sitting in a small circle like they were playing card or some Jack bird thing... It was cool... I called it the fly bar from then on).
We brought in a charcoal grill and cooked bratwurst near an open window, it was the middle of winter and cold -- I mean bone cold, and we lit off fireworks in the hallways.
It was massively great.
Anyway, I was finding my way out of said apartments, the sun was coming up, and I looked down on the frozen sidewalk and saw a single key.
As best I could I looked around for anyone who might have dropped it, and shouted, "Hey, who dropped the Jack Bird key?"
It looked like a car key, but it was old, and it had one of those organizer deals on it, the soft plastic ring things you get at the hardware store -- apple red -- so I stashed it in my pocket.
Now, about two months later, I was doing some laundry at this coin machine establishment (that was actually across the street from Old JSC), and playing a pinball machine that sat by the back door (I think it might have been that Playboy one, but perhaps it just featured a group of curves... Come to think of it, the graphic was not to dissimilar to the RW tarot style...), and this really beautiful girl comes in with a basket, and sets to putting things into a machine.
Without looking to obvious, I glance over from time to time. All most all her clothes were green, a nice deep green, like pine trees, or that felt you buy to make Christmas decorations out of -- gluing little gold stars to it to make a table runner or what not.
I'm all, playing it cool, and just watching the balls bounce around under the glass.
"I'm not checking you out, soon to be all clean hot sandwich girl, I'm just fixated with pinball..."
Then my last ball drains, and I decide it's time to say "Hey, can I buy you some soap, or perhaps a beer?"
I turn around, and said girl is gone. Her laundry is spinning, but she is nowhere to be found.
So, about a week goes by, and I'm at a bar down town called "The Press Top Bar," fine tuning my gut tanks before nightfall.
It's late afternoon, and I have to get over to my fry cook job, so I head out the back stairs, and cut through the parking lot of the clothing store on the same block.
The sky was clear, but it was so cold your eyes went crispy.
I'm just thinking about getting warm by the big bubbling fat of the frier, when I hook a turn around a van and practically trip over a girl down on her hands and knees looking under a big old car -- a Chevrolet Bel Air.
I bend down next to her, "Hey, how's it going?"
"I've lost my keys." Wow, it's the girl with all the dirty green duds! She's plenty upset, and in deed sporting a big green coat.
I helped her look for a good while, but it was just a big egg -- no luck. What a drag.
Five o'clock was fast approaching, so I said "Sorry, I've got to hit it, you going to be all cool here?"
"Yeah, I can call someone," she was truly stunning -- angelic -- "thanks for the help, I'm Kit." She put out her hand, and I grasped hold (it was icy cold) and noticed her nail polish was bright red, like an apple.
Red? Not green? Red, red, red, what about red?
Then it struck me...
I dug out the old key from my pocket, slipped it into the door, and -- CLICK! It opened right the Jack bird up.
Kit's eyes where like super potato big, like planet size. Wow, it was a Jacking Jack bird weird.
I handed her the key -- she swore it wasn't hers. The moment turned super uncomfortable, like I might have been planning this entire situation.
I was now late, so had to move it. She was all "Wait!"
"Catch me at the JSC, I flip Jack burger action until eleven," and I blazed.
Kit the killer cool cat never came to see me, but I started liking green more, I bought a forest green scarf that I still ware, and set to drinking peppermint schnapps.
What's the point you ask? If all that action can come from me falling down, perhaps it's time for a few new crayons in the box...
Rendering very badly might be good.
That was a very unexpected trip down memory lane... see what I mean -- that's how the 78 kicks.
Durant "spin bucket" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sidterss,
Blm..
FI had a lot on my minde tonicht, but now that "m home, I can't get my pockets open, and all my notes are in there. So will have to study...
Study what I've writen, only.
Not next weekend.
I've been al Jack bird about he the rfuture, the future of not just what's in our minds as individuals, but rather as a conllective.
I've been all jack bird thinking that a shrine is a regestrateion point for thoughts.
You see thouse little crosses people place in the ditch next to where I think some othre\ person gets carshed buy a car, and you know this is what' went down, and so does everyone who sees it.
It's just a small deal, but then it gives you a lot of actoin with just a faom cross and some plastic lflowers, and i guess stink ghosts would just stand around there and get some passer bys all lookin g in there pockets for what they ahd written down about "icons", or that Icon of there lust.
YOu see it all the time, some dude at a corner and his Jack bird cup is empty, and he's looking for notthing anyway, so what? He needs a personal icon to get off that curb and into the next shrine.
If he was n't such a Jack bird "I can;t think for my self because I've seen to many diches," or whatever the donkey is going on and on about, so I say, "hey, Jack brother of empty cup ness... go build your shrine? go bild a palstic cross and lay down there , and take a look at the symbol of what your doing, alright?"
Your orbit is all out of wack.
Then the ghosts can help get you some insight and you will regester and connect with the 0.
Then you can work the next action and stop being.
Ha... Friends of mine .
Durant "wait" Hapke
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Brother Dale, and Pmiller,
Ever drink Cod Liver Oil?
Durant "I see a pie crust in need" Hapke
Durant Yes Cod Liver Oil with a drop of Kerosene
Some Farm Mom remedy
The Irish have to destroy there livers somehow.I can't wait till you learn to render I can hear myself saying " Man Durant, that's unreal!" -
Bird flier Dale,
Blender render...
I'm all about it soon...
So the cards suggest... Bang that... Tarot tangle my mind weeds. I'm half in, and half out about it all.
About yeah, bring me a high ball of Kerosene and CLO, nice.
Wash that down with some Camel Stale, and bring it.
Might like to eat a bowl of Jack bird ... foil?
Watch the cavities...
And back to rendering...
Pop up head is a rocking masterpiece.
But then again -- I've got this whole deal going with the meat puppets at the moment (the grays), and they are so stupid, and time consuming, and of course powerful, but what the Jack bird is new about that?
You ever hear that song "Jesus built my hot rod" by Ministry?
It rules, and I trust that would make a grand soundtrack for the pending render "battle field."
I'm going to have to dig out that classic, crank the stereo to pain, pour a cold one, light a camel, and have my way with all manner of digits...
Take it rough, and feel the art.
I'm feeling mad cap power action on the horizon.
What scares me is attached...
Rip that.
Durant "Word to all Grays" Hapke
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Hey DH, could you upload bigger images? I'm squinting to try and see the detail. Of which, you must admit, is there in spades (or shovels).
Half the fun for me is trying to work out what the jackbird (is that the right way to use this?) you are on about and how it relates to the attached rave/poetry/ramble. I need bigger, please.
Last image was 650w 602d. we could handle 800x800 surely. or biggerer?
I'm on a 22" ws monitor, lucky me, so I could handle 1680 x 1050. Let the screenpoor people scroll!baz
ps. I guess the prob with this though, is that then we could get decent printed images of your work, which raises issues of artist rights and compensation.
Not a problem for me tho, I'm too tight to print anything in colour:)"In a perfect world, you would'nt need a word like utopia."
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@baz said:
Hey DH, could you upload bigger images?
I concur -- DH, your art often brings to (my) mind Marcel Duchamp's imagery:
"The Large Glass"
(Philadelphia Museum of Art)"Good on you"
Regards,
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Octo-Blast-Baz,
Your action is on -- I'm wondering about rendering, but also expanding my sadly pathetic .com action.
What a blistering bunch of endless toil...
I do not much care for the Lord of the Rings films... The first was quite Jack bird on, but the second two are a bit... I don't know, what...
Odd, or over much for me...
To over much... That's some Jack bird bad type of statement -- "over much for me..."
Well, I'm about putting up some files on my deal, but can't say when such will happen.
What about, "bring it?"
Oh, TaffGoch a big,
Your round ball graphic excites me, I go weak, it's complexities reminds me of the "Hermetic C..."
Your all about that action?
Yeah, Duchamp is the man, and the yeah, DADA... bring that, and Fauvism... DJ Mind Jack Moreau.
Matisse said of Gustave Moreau, "He did not set us on the right roads, but off the roads. He disturbed our complacency."
Jack bird Motherwell is the man.
What makes the man?
Yeah, it's a Jack bird new hot seven, and all my plans are spooling.
"What plans," you say?
So about pushing a robot.
A fire ball of action, D the F H, style...
On that I say, go do it.
Do it for me.
Do it for all.
0=00
Find your way to the edge, and kick.
Kick that action and fly.
Fly a Jack bird deep, deep, pornographic inner mile.
Durant "paste tabs here" Hapke
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Durant,
Yes, indeed, I'm ALL 'about that action.' Geodesics are my obsession:
3D Warehouse Collection
Geodesic Help Google GroupYou obviously don't just 'think outside the box' -- For Durant, there IS no box.
Taff
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Re Ord of the rings, I read it at college many years ago.
Was enraptured along with most of my fellow students, in fact, tutors gave direction that any student currently reading LOTR was to be left alone until done so as to expedite their return to studies.
Read it again when the first movie came out, (30 years later and read it right through whats more!) Still reads well, it's well written and a cracking story.
But have to agree wit you there dh, it is 'over much', a simplistic view of the elementals, good, evil. freewill and intentions.
It's all turned out much more complicated than that, n'est pas?Tho I thought the film making brill. The non CGI landscape was astounding, (I've been there, it's real), which segues me into why I dislike rendering as an artform rather than a graphic representation tool. It seems like a lot of work to fake something real. I love really good science fiction illustration tho, done well one can imagine/experience the scene as real. Ditto movies like the matrix where photorealism was essential to the experience.
my movie rendering faves would have to be the invincibles and rattatoulie and the one with the small woosie fish in Sydney.
Also happy feet...Im beyond saving, no, really, the rendering of snow and reflections was pure art. And yes they are cartoonsish.
In the same way SU is.
I'm getting bogged down here, but in some manner its something to do with, 'rendering is cheating'. or not telling the truth, or something? Oh dear, might be time to put some JT on.DH: looking forward to seeing some web action. (I'd show you mine buts its down cos I did'nt pay the bill and I'd lost interest anyway).
Taff, had a look at your models, very fine. Yes you are obsessed! Along with quite a few others it seems, (always been an amateur fan of RBF.)
baz.
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baz have to agree with you about rendering the real. There is always that schism that exposes. (I'm still jealous though)
But what about rendering the unreal. Making it glint. That is why I can't wait to see DH do the-- the slip- slide- shuffle.
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Team blasting,
Jack bird action here, much to ponder.
I've got a fresh pack and an ice box full...
What to do.
Getting set to swing and bring...
Durant "strip it" Hapke
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring the box, and bite the bullet.
So, yeah, no word about the Samantha con, but I've been puffing on the thought pipe, and am all about to getting set to jump in.
"Jack bird, wait, I've been falling forever... Spread your curves and embrace me, oh, wanton render pipe..."
Thought Pipe?
Render Pipe?
Each the other, and one in the same?
I've got to say I've got a lot on my noggin, and it's about "what?"
What will we do.
What have we done.
How can I see into the woman I know is waring a mask.
Not a mask of her design.
Not one given to her by her mother.
Rather it's made of her stash of "don't feel me inside out mud."
Not a pleasant thing, but then she needs a Jack bird ride to get it loose.
A ride on a pop, and kick that action loose.
Durant "spooling out a wire" Hapke
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What can you say about something that is governed by forces that moves the tides...
Durant
I've been having a little fun with a renderer called IDX Renditioner
Straight up plug in style for SketchUp
Not real fancy but real fun.
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Dale Dig It,
Checking that action out...
Popped by that action, and it's Jack bird "whirls."
What about, can one export an image that contains an alpha channel?
In that if one did a rendering of an object, like say a mechanical spider leg, or drunk flaccid gnobble-cockel, would it then be all dialed into a deal that could allow one Jack bird me to bring it all a urine spray into some action like Photoshop?
This interests me more then Jack bird "oh, I'm in a room that some dudes are making, lets see if there is a wet bar, or perhaps a stewing Curve bubbler, yeah, I'm all about the hot tube," kind of a deal.... That would be good.
Speaking of hot tube, I've never been naked in one -- not once -- never. And I would have to say that my guess is most have...
If you've been all donkey with some hot bring me some naked Jack action, in your life -- not pointing at Dale here, but if he has some powers in this area -- supernatural action -- I've long been imaging that most would end up in a steeping hot pot of under-lit bubbles.
What about this?
Samantha has never been near water without her action coming all undone -- she will pop out of her clothes at the sight of a green turtle blow up pool... And this does not always translate into fun, you can be quite sure of that... Or, not with her at least... She just likes to get out of her clothes... Something about her youth, I'm guessing.
Anyway, I want to make it like a deal that will be more like an element then a interior of my bowels kind of render.
Durant "electronic heart" Hapke
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