The following iPhone application game "NANO" was created by the artist Adrian Johnson out of Colorado Springs.
NANO
If you do not have access to an iPhone to download you can still watch his video example on his page. Enjoy, I will let his work speak for itself.
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.
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