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Detail inside "Sequence," a 1996 work in weathered steel by Richard Serra. This work is adjacent to the north lawn of the Cantor Center for Visual Arts at Stanford University.
First sequence ive ever made, only did a rough cut on photoshop.
Pretty happy with results although annoyed i cut off the board on the last frame
Detail inside "Sequence," a 1996 work in weathered steel by Richard Serra. This work is adjacent to the north lawn of the Cantor Center for Visual Arts at Stanford University.
There's 70 of these things in the room. Each one has a 96 well capillary sequencer, each which sequences ~10000 bases.
I feel like in a constant process, like developing a picture, you take it, develop it, check if it's what you wanted, or if it's something you could want. You like it, bingo, you got your identity, it's all about you and no one else!
Then goes the printing, you set the time, contrast and aperture that will define how that negative will be printed into the photosensitive paper, the identity that defines how you socialize, do and want things, to then develop it and check if it's all right, is that what you wanted? Or something you would want? "Maybe if I increase the exposure time q lil bit..."
Go to the printing process again, get the results, "it looks overexposed", "too much contrast!", everyone will see it differently but what matters is you, cause you are developing your way of thinking. It is still you! It's the same picture being printed over and over again, the identity you captured before everything!
Some people would maybe realize "well, this is totally not me" go way back and take another picture, find their identity again. Or maybe realize they know what they are all the way to the end. Maybe they'll find that perfect print that reflects them, or maybe their perfect print is just all about the hunt for it, on a constant developing of who we are, what we are, what are we doing in this world and what are we actually seeking?
Why are we seeking?
Who am I?
What should i think about this or that?
Why am I in this exact spot, speak these languages and feel certain things?