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The puzzle of digital art

Let me ask a vexing question, that appears to have a simple answer: why has digital art struggled to flourish until now? One problem has always been uniqueness: the copying of a JPEG or Bitmap could never be prevented, for what is being copied is the actual thing itself. Digital copies are not prints; they are literal copies of the […]
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Missing fingers

Confused, she stood before me in the road with one glove on. “Please,” she asked, “have you seen a glove? A green leather one. I’ve dropped it somewhere on that road.” She gestured with her naked hand up the long rainy hill behind us. I gave the most British of apologies and continued past her, quickening my step. “Let me […]
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Waifs and strays

Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, Bob gave himself a satisfied grin. He was actually going to be on time for his daughter’s birthday party. She wouldn’t believe it. He glanced in the rear view mirror at the bunch of roses on the back seat, 14 of them, one for each year, and the gift he’d specially asked to […]
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Where Oceans Burn: visualiser

Alchemivision were recently commissioned to produce a visualiser for the metalcore band Where Oceans Burn, a four-piece ensemble based in Manchester, England. The piece we created was the lead asset in a campaign showcasing the lead single ‘Phoenix’ on the band’s ‘Singles compilation’ EP, released in November 2020. It received over 10,000 views in less than 12 hours. Label: Dreambound […]
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Café Mushroom

They sit in the supermarket café, the old ones. In the window seat with its vista over tangled dripping trolley wire and a queue of mechanically escaping traffic. The rain does not reach the window, protected by a refuge of 70s orange brick; a dry haven. They sit in matching raincoats faded grey, each slowly consuming the now-cold budget fare, […]
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