the virtual identity salon
This is a strange little surrealist trip juxtaposing fluid avatar image deconstruction with a gospel song about identity. I shot the image shot in Second Life, then effected it on iPad with PhotoCopier, VintageHD, PhotoStudioHD and Autodesk Fluid FX. The track is by Marshall Patrick.
Agnes Sharple
Botgirl Questi
Bumblebee (Wendz Tempest)
Canary Beck
Carissa Arthurine Somerset
Eva Marie
Fuschia Nightfire
George Coghill
Ironyca Lee
Jeremy Owen Turner
Joseph DeLappe
Kathleen Cool
Katie Vizenor
Krista Hoefle
Kristine Schomaker
Lizzie Gudkov
Aero Bigboots
RMarie Beedit
Marmaduke Arado
Isabella Medici
Nadya Tolokonnikova
Nathan Shafer
Pixel Reanimator
Ravanel Griffon
Scarlett Luv
Strawberry Singh
Tabitha Raincloud
Toni Tyldesley
Trilby Minotaur
Vanessa Blaylock
Xue Faith
Yordie SandsCreative Commons Attribution, 2022
oh, and that track — haha — what a find! 😛
It’s like Google+ done him wrong!
A lot of the freakier images and videos I post come from playing around with iPhone and iPad apps. Some people create from fairly fully formed mental images of what they’re going for. I usually fiddle around with an app until an idea pops up. The ultimate outcome is pretty much an iterative collaboration between the tool, the emerging work, and I.
OMG… this is my new theme song. hehe
So if one of my identities did happen to be stolen in heaven, will my other identities be permitted to testify on my behalf? Can I get an AMEN?
oh honey! did your identity get stolen IN HEAVEN? The copyright sharks are everywhere these days!
http://youtu.be/IFe9wiDfb0E
I know right? Identity theft is specifically called out as a bannable offense in Heaven’s TOS too 🙁
I have found that our overlords exercise wide latitude in applying theoretically constant rules. Depending on your, hmm, “grace status” you can either break lots of rules, yet not be banned, or go to the trouble of following them all and wind up banned anyway.
As the immortal character SuperJoe Weller said in John Bishop’s play The Trip Back Down,
that was either right before, or right after, he said, “it’s all bullshit and chickpeas”