Butterflies: Orbanism Festival #fil15
Butterflies #fil15
Meet Butterflies, my contribution to this year’s Orbanism Festival, Motto: “Falling in Love – #fil15 “.
A festival dedicated to digital culture and art, and free distribution thereof with a permission to alter (or “remix”) it for anyone who feels like participating! Orbanism also aims to spark a discussion about intellectual property rights in the digital age.
Read more about it on http://festival.orbanism.com/
As for my contribution: I decided to go for digital artwork rather than a poem (how unusual for me!), since it’s been such a long time since I’ve made anything of the sort. It’s not a masterpiece, but all the better: Anyone feel like remixing and improving it? 🙂
Itself already a digital remix, Butterflies was created purely from royalty free, license-free stock images with courtesy from freeimages.com, which is a gold mine for digital artists as they also have a plethora of images free for remixing and even commercial use. Go check it out – and of course, feel free to “remix my remix” and continue the tradition in the spirit of this wonderful idea. You may freely do so, because of course, as with all things released during the Orbanism festival, Butterflies may be freely downloaded, distributed and remixed under CC License 4.0 which means that you need to link back to the source if possible.
Full resolution: [here!]
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
Alfred Jarry’s “Ubu Roi” (1896)
Oh the wonderful things you find when digging around in old bookmarks. For example: This 1965 film version by Jean-Christophe Averty; of Alfred Jarry’s play “Ubu Roi” (1896) . Hopefully, it’ll stay uploaded for a long time. Enjoy.
(Subtitles can be enabled by using the little settings button on the bottom right if needed.)
A strange man
The following story was posted without a title on an internet platform as a “scary story” and has become one of my favorite pieces of short prose (I wouldn’t say it classifies as a short story) both in terms of its style and – especially so – in terms of its effect on the reader. But read for yourself.
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I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
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