Nitzan Waisberg
Splash3
One in a series of “Splash” drawings, executed using Freehand 7. I was interested in creating an image which combined a certain degree of intent and randomness, in the spirit of say, Jackson Pollock. I felt Jackson Pollock’s work was an artistic expression of Marshall MacLuhan’s ideas - that the medium (paint) is the message (art). So, I was trying to see how the unique circumstances of my not-so-happy PC installed with Freehand 7 could be a medium in a similar way to Pollocks dripping paint.
My technique involved beginning with a series of colourful lines, and then manipulating them using various tools the program offered. I would manipulate and save, manipulate and save, until my computer inevitably crashed. A graphic designer friend who taught Freehand and Photoshop at a design college looked at the keyline image and his jaw literally dropped. There was A LOT of information there. Anyway, whatever was last saved defined the boundary of my work, and rendered the image complete. I’d print this out, and in the beginning, also erase the file, so that the printed image would be utterly authentic and unrepeatable, in the old-world sense. I gave this up after a while, because I grew too fond of what came out and I realized the files themselves were authentic and unrepeatable, even if they could be printed and reprinted on demand.
Splash3
One in a series of “Splash” drawings, executed using Freehand 7. I was interested in creating an image which combined a certain degree of intent and randomness, in the spirit of say, Jackson Pollock. I felt Jackson Pollock’s work was an artistic expression of Marshall MacLuhan’s ideas - that the medium (paint) is the message (art). So, I was trying to see how the unique circumstances of my not-so-happy PC installed with Freehand 7 could be a medium in a similar way to Pollocks dripping paint.
My technique involved beginning with a series of colourful lines, and then manipulating them using various tools the program offered. I would manipulate and save, manipulate and save, until my computer inevitably crashed. A graphic designer friend who taught Freehand and Photoshop at a design college looked at the keyline image and his jaw literally dropped. There was A LOT of information there. Anyway, whatever was last saved defined the boundary of my work, and rendered the image complete. I’d print this out, and in the beginning, also erase the file, so that the printed image would be utterly authentic and unrepeatable, in the old-world sense. I gave this up after a while, because I grew too fond of what came out and I realized the files themselves were authentic and unrepeatable, even if they could be printed and reprinted on demand.