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that's what a picture looks like to a computer.
i've been doing a lot of work with the idea of codes and translation in the past two semesters; with the notions of interpreting and translating codes; and even looking at and appreciating the beauty of code that isn't translated.
it all started last fall in my digital image class, when we learned how to reveal the code for an image file and mess with that. and i carried that over into my work for my mfa class. at first, i just played around with messing up the image code, sticking in bits of english text and looking at how it changed the displayed picture.
then i took it a little further and started adding in text relevant to the image: the declaration of independence into a picture of thomas jefferson, d&c 110 into pictures of the kirtland temple, text messages into pictures of me and my friends.
eventually, i went all the way and removed the code for the image entirely, filling the file with purely english text, such as the first 26 chapters of genesis and looking at what sort of an image they produced.
i really had no idea what all of this "meant", it was just interesting to play with and see the results. and one of my friends noted something that really stuck with me. as he was working to finish his exhibit for last semester's show, he said that they're asking us to write about what our work means, but if we could describe it in any other way, we wouldn't be doing it.
that really shifted my view on some things and helped me realize that i don't need to know what it means in order for it to have meaning. to borrow the old quote from science, "if we knew what we were doing, it wouldn't be research."
if a path of art or exploration is interesting, there will be a reason why it's of interest, but that might not be apparent until after you've gone down it for a ways. as i started looking at what i was doing, i thought about how we communicate with computers every day. we take a picture of a sunset on our phone, the computer translates it into code that it can understand, it transmits that, then reassembles it once again into something that a friend can recognize as that same sunset. we live in a bilingual society and don't even think about it because the interpretation is invisible.
and so my work of messing with that code was exposing that communication between us and technology and then playing with it by removing the translation: what happens the computer has to work directly with english and what does it look like as a visual image?
hey, that's pretty cool.
a month or two ago in a visiting artist lecture, i had the idea for an analog version of an image code: what if i wrote it out myself. taking my own message and scrambling it onto a canvas without any logic so that, like the file of a digital photograph, it would be completely incomprehensible to anyone looking at it, but i would know what it said.
as all of this was percolating in my mind over the past few weeks, i realized something: i love code. i love the idea of being able to say things but say them safely, so that only those who know the key can understand them. often times, i'm the only one who fully understands the coded message, but it's still a way of expressing myself without complete exposure.
"we construct our identity in language, but this identity frequently assumes an alien form," i noted from an essay on the writings of roland barthes.
with my close friends, shorthand and code develops. words like "table saw" or "gnomed" instantly carry meaning, as do more abstract sayings like "na na na nanana na way-o" or "fdklsajfdklsajfd;asjfk;d." and it's even gotten to the point that things like, #yeah, {<>}, and even a simple ( all have their own denotations and connotations.
and nowhere do i do that more fully than here on sheep go to heaven. so often, the titles and pictures carry just as much meaning as do the content of the posts, or else the posts will be allegories for other questions i'm pondering. and my cryptic post labels--12.2, fair, frenzy, 4505, etc.--all mean something to me.
as i've been wrapping up my work this semester, it's been fun to play with these ideas, and fascinating to understand why they're so interesting to me.
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