Arizona State University and Leonardo/The International Society for the Arts, Sciences and Technology are embarking on this new initiative led by Executive Director Diana Ayton-Shenker.
In honor of sketching and communicative drawing as a way of thinking together.
Two renowned institutions known for their contributions to arts research in engineering and science are partnering for experimentation in space and time. Leonardo/The International Society for Arts, Sciences and Technology (Leonardo/ISAST) and the Experiments in Art and Technology (E.A.T.) program at Nokia Bell Labs have launched a joint residency in Silicon Valley that will bring in art researchers with an interest in science and engineering to spend six weeks at the Nokia Bell Labs Sunnyvale office this summer.
Questioning the ideology undergirding human interspecies relationships both terrestrially on planet earth and in outer space.
Using the Little Bits Korg Synth Kits and sensor elements, Weidong Yang and I constructed an installation entitled A little bit of noise and protyped a system for sonifying Electromyography (EMG) signals, which I later realized as a Max patch; this EMG + sonification patch will be used in future performances by Daiane Lopes da Silva.
When artist Weidon Yang and I were preparing for the Open House installation of our interactive project "Sharing" (with a beating heart that you could hold in your hand), we solicited the help of Djerassi staff member Wade Watkins to help us make the base for the piece.
I had found an oak log by the side of the path not far from the Artist Barn. We wanted to make a wooden stump (about 18” high), that was hollowed out inside – to hide out equipment. And then have a 2” thick slice of the log for the top.
As we enter our last days here at Djerassi, I think it’s safe to say that a shift has occurred in all of us, even as the omnipresent marine layer of the first couple of weeks moves out to hot blue days and breathtaking views of the water itself.
We have owls—both at the house at the Artist’s Barn down the hill. Nights, we watch as they begin their hunt. As they disappear into the gathering dusk, they become the stump they stalk from until, just as we think we have lost them for good, a rush of flight and the white of the underside of their wings swooshing above us.
