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Friday, June 22, 2012
Patent Wars Get Personal-The Silencing of Maya
A lot of these same businesses will claim that they are protecting the initial artist or inventor. However, most of the time, if you do a bit of research, you will find that often a company has bought that patent and now profits from owning it. The original inventor or artist was paid off long ago.
The linked image and article above points out a case in which a 4 year old child and her parents can have their lives altered dramatically by the miracle of innovation. At the same time this same case points out how the misuse of patents can threaten to crush human progress.
The Silencing of Maya – an Edititorial Graphic By Idyllic Software – An infographic by the team at Editorial Graphic by Idyllic Software Development Company
The misuse of copy write and patent laws always disturbs me. I believe in people being able to protect their creative property but when large companies use these laws to block innovation, especially innovation that is helping better peoples lives, I feel a bit sick.A lot of these same businesses will claim that they are protecting the initial artist or inventor. However, most of the time, if you do a bit of research, you will find that often a company has bought that patent and now profits from owning it. The original inventor or artist was paid off long ago.
The linked image and article above points out a case in which a 4 year old child and her parents can have their lives altered dramatically by the miracle of innovation. At the same time this same case points out how the misuse of patents can threaten to crush human progress.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Turnaround
In 2010 I had the pleasure to act as creative director and producer for the music video "Turnaround". I am happy to announce that this same video has gone on to win multiple awards since it's creation. Please enjoy.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Back in the world again.... and out....
Vertigo Art Space sits at the far Northern Edge of Denver's arts district on Santa Fe Drive. There are just some spaces that you enjoy and this is one of mine. Occasionally, I just find myself sitting there watching the world, quietly.
Last night it was First Friday. The weather was generally warm which meant there was a mass amount of artists and onlookers roaming the streets, gallery hopping, drinking and watching the events that can happen on this night.
A brief heavy rain had just hit the street which at first flooded the gallery with people that were trying to stay dry. A literal deluge of semi wet human beings crowded into the space. The rain stopped and the people drained out the door, leaving a sudden calm. The sun broke from the clouds and streamed through the large windows. The sun rays lit the delicate porcelain sculptures that hung on the walls in a new fashion, adding depth with shadows. The gallery door was still open and the sound of cars splashing along wet streets became rhythmic. Through that veil of rhythmic sound another sound began to build, this one man made, and I realized that across the street a couple of musicians had begun to play inside of a box truck that had been converted into a stage. The sound was familiar to me, touching and hypnotic.
We closed the gallery at 9:00 but the streets were still active so I chose to walk, look for old friends, observe what I could of the galleries that still had open doors and enjoy the street performers.
Finishing my walk I passed in front of the box truck. The musicians still played but this time I recognized them from a performance I had seen a few years ago. At the time I had seen them they were known as "Orwellian Math", they are now known as "The Construct". I found myself profoundly touched. The performance I had seen a few years ago had pulled me and the rest of the people that had crowded into a small and obscure venue out of our chairs. It was the end performance for what had been a cabaret type show. A surreal mixture of performance art and video work. It was really the only performance of that entire show that had completely moved me.
Moved me enough that upon seeing them again I was extremely happy. Happy to know they have continued on, played on. Moved me enough to remember that people who do what they love to do affect us, dare us to dream again, challenge us to care and wake us up when our souls become listless.
Last night it was First Friday. The weather was generally warm which meant there was a mass amount of artists and onlookers roaming the streets, gallery hopping, drinking and watching the events that can happen on this night.
A brief heavy rain had just hit the street which at first flooded the gallery with people that were trying to stay dry. A literal deluge of semi wet human beings crowded into the space. The rain stopped and the people drained out the door, leaving a sudden calm. The sun broke from the clouds and streamed through the large windows. The sun rays lit the delicate porcelain sculptures that hung on the walls in a new fashion, adding depth with shadows. The gallery door was still open and the sound of cars splashing along wet streets became rhythmic. Through that veil of rhythmic sound another sound began to build, this one man made, and I realized that across the street a couple of musicians had begun to play inside of a box truck that had been converted into a stage. The sound was familiar to me, touching and hypnotic.
We closed the gallery at 9:00 but the streets were still active so I chose to walk, look for old friends, observe what I could of the galleries that still had open doors and enjoy the street performers.
Finishing my walk I passed in front of the box truck. The musicians still played but this time I recognized them from a performance I had seen a few years ago. At the time I had seen them they were known as "Orwellian Math", they are now known as "The Construct". I found myself profoundly touched. The performance I had seen a few years ago had pulled me and the rest of the people that had crowded into a small and obscure venue out of our chairs. It was the end performance for what had been a cabaret type show. A surreal mixture of performance art and video work. It was really the only performance of that entire show that had completely moved me.
Moved me enough that upon seeing them again I was extremely happy. Happy to know they have continued on, played on. Moved me enough to remember that people who do what they love to do affect us, dare us to dream again, challenge us to care and wake us up when our souls become listless.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Rip - A Remix Manifesto
I have always loved the Creative Commons Copy-write. Since the moment I began playing with remix music and sound I found it a relief to work with music that was easier to license without a heavy concern of having some corporate giant of a record label come after me. Organizations that embraced a new era of creative exchange like Magnatune became my staple for source material. With them I found great relief in realizing that more of the money that I spent to license that music went straight into the hands of the artists instead of being lost in the black hole of middle men.
Recently, I went to go see the documentary "Rip- A Remix Manifesto". It is magnificently done and worth downloading. It gives a good overview of the issues that have been plaguing many creators since the Copy-write laws began being mutated to benefit major corporate giants instead of the artists and scientists that they originally were created to protect.
Recently, I went to go see the documentary "Rip- A Remix Manifesto". It is magnificently done and worth downloading. It gives a good overview of the issues that have been plaguing many creators since the Copy-write laws began being mutated to benefit major corporate giants instead of the artists and scientists that they originally were created to protect.
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