Archive for the 'short' Category

Icon No. 253377

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

Sometimes I just feel like making another icon.

Stop Motion experiment

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

A tripod on a carpet is pulled forward from under a table to deliver the perfect DIY dolly motion. The rest was shot frame by frame. Work in progress for the Cambridge based film collective FANSO.


Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

[Extracted from the Tiny Icon Factory. Colored using a Magic Wand Tool]

Nostalgic for today

Tuesday, April 14th, 2009

Does it make sense to feel nostalgic about something even if you still have it?

Collectors and Consumers

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

Graffiti Pizarronero Number 1, Instance 2 by yours truly.

Blackboards and chalks are everywhere around me. From now on I will use them to post short messages about random things as a low-tech alternative to the web. Please don’t erase.

19 more days

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

This mini-graph illustrates the missing nineteen days that complete one year of logging my sleep. I think I’m ready for a break from this.

I didn’t retain my dreams from last night. They must have been incredibly pleasant because I couldn’t get myself to wake up until it was almost late. I love to sleep and I love my dreams, even the disturbing ones that sometimes are called nightmares. They remind me of serialized comics: fantastic and incomplete.

One question that comes to my mind about all this is: When graphs are pretty, does it matter what they mean?

Farewell Maeda-Big-Wrath

Sunday, August 10th, 2008

Once upon a time there was a place called the PLW where many wonderful things had their home, like a large HP printer called MAEDA-BIG-WRATH.

Adhered to the principle of temperamental programming, MAEDA-BIG-WRATH did not work like she was supposed to. She often required users to perform complicated rituals, mostly to summon the goodwill of the ethernet faeries.

MAEDA-BIG-WRATH lived in a big closet where she remained mostly ignored, except for the ocassional times when a poster was needed to promote something. Always printing information, hardly printing things of beauty. She loved it when she didn’t had to print any date, name, diagram or description.

When I met MAEDA-BIG-WRATH I didn’t notice her loneliness at first. Then it took some time for her to follow my call when I finally approached her. If I had known we were meant for each other I would have made her heads dance across the length of the glossy paper rolls every week, turning their mechanical four color motion into an endless stream of high heels, flowers, buildings, cocktails, robots, trucks, guns and bikinis. But now I am gone, and life will never be what it was when I could talk to MAEDA-BIG-WRATH in the privacy of that closet.