Oleksandr Hubarev artwork

- Ukranian art 

Wave and Sunray by Oleksandr Hubarev, 1963

Wave and Sunray by Oleksandr Hubarev, 1963

Bride and Bridesmaids by Oleksandr Hubarev, 1966

Carpathian Fairy Tale by Oleksandr Hubarev, 1964

Hutsuls by Oleksandr Hubarev, 1971

The Book of Leaves

"The leaf shape of every plant type I could find would fit somewhere into a continuous animated sequence of leaves if that sequence were expansive enough. If I did not have the perfect shape, I just had to collect more leaves"

2011 Beau - Alternative link

[update 29/12/2023] You can still watch the short here: https://vk.com/video772400574_456239017

#beauisafraid
A new movie based on this short is coming up

1937 – 2022 † RIP Angelo Badalamenti

1993 SEGA Michael Jackson in Scramble Training

Digitized master footage of Michael Jackson in Scramble Training, a 1993 interactive ride film for the AS-1 (Advance Simulator One) motion ride simulator developed by Sega.

   

 The footage was thought to be lost even by SEGA.

This is a digitalized version of a D2 master tape sold at a car boot sale in the United Kingdom. The digitalization was made by Oxford Duplication Centre - all localized segments made by writer/director Hiroshi Uemura and Kenji Sasaki, as well as filmed scenes of Jackson.

 An extended, uncompressed cut of the full master tape can be found on the Internet Archive thanks to Gaming Alexandria, with extra Japanese version footage and sound test. 

 Though this tape represents the first known preservation of the main video contents of the title, ROMs for its gameplay elements, motion data, and an introductory film especially filmed by Jackson remain unarchived.

Sony Japan Mocopi [motion-tracking system]

 There was a time when Microsoft's Kinect hit the ground and was a huge step in technology in the motion system race, maybe not for the games since the crown remained for Nintendo's Wiimote. Sony even cloned the Wiimote with the more mature designed PS Move - colorful and ludic. Unfortunately when it arrives the race was already over. Kinect's reduced to a hype toy for experimental projects while abscondite by the general public sight since Project Milo was a LAME joke in the market.

Talking about lame jokes, looks like the money is on metaverses nowadays - they never learn, uh?

In a young market with the not-so-convincing meta verse by Meta and its compelling legs problem, in addition to crypto verses not attracting that much sympathy - except for tech bros... Sony gets the color and ludic out of the closet again with Mocopi. The brand presents us with a Bluetooth kit of six button-like tracking tags — one for your head, hip, both ankles, and both wrists — connecting with a smartphone app to input motion data to compatible services. 

It really feels like you can just grab and start doing shit, isn't it? With a popular appeal that might-could-maybe-probably be a huge Mark Zuckerberg friend to solve his legs issue.

Sony is also releasing a software development kit (SDK) on December 15th that links motion capture data with metaverse services and 3D development software, such as Unity and Autodesk MotionBuilder.

Mocopi has a retail price of 49,500 yen (about $360) and is currently due to release in Late January 2023.

More info at The Verge

Unreal World Cup Toy Animation Hype Tape

Catisfaction

Doom running in Window's Notepad

Chris Pratt - Super Mario Remake

BÄR

Tate Modern: William Klein: In Pictures

Hidden Van Gogh self-portrait discovered behind earlier painting

1943 – 2022 † RIP Vangelis

Evángelos Odysséas Papathanassí, thanks for what you left. You will be missed.

Martin Courtney - Corncob

The Egg by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. 

“What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. 

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. 

“Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

"Material" by Wojciech Siudmak

Steve Vai - Teeth of the Hydra

E não é que ele 'foi' mesmo?

Residente - This is Not America ft. Ibeyi

1923 - When we all have pocket telephones

Daily Mirror, 1923

“A good science fiction story should be able to predict not the automobile but the traffic jam.” —Frederik Pohl

 

Other Side of the Box

The Backrooms (Found Footage)

 

What is love? | The Windshield Wiper

Nominated for Oscar®, this anticipated short film from animator Alberto Mielgo is a collection of vignettes surrounding the question, "What is Love?"

Video only available at YouTube due to Age Restrictions