You might have seen or heard about the #faceapp doing the rounds on Facebook.
When I saw it I took the trouble of looking for the link because sometimes you can just input a photo to one of these ‘games’ and it will do whatever it does to change your image.
The results I’d seen looked quite sophisticated digitally and the results looked realistic making people look quite old. But why would I want to look at me as old… I’m already getting there thanks, add thirty or forty years to my face and it might not exist anymore! I didn’t want to post a skull staring back at me.
The app is one that you download and I thought, I don’t want to give away my image and information so I didn’t bother.
However I then found #notfaceapp on Facebook. A few people were posting their own images that they had done themselves. A sort of DIY faceapp. And some were just as they are, no alteration, and others had added props….
So here is my addition. As I said in the post this is with no flattering smoothing filter…
Want to see it?
Good morning, I am your assessor, please fill in this form.
Online, on your laptop.
I don’t have a laptop!
On your PC or smart phone then.
….. Excuse me?
I don’t own a laptop, PC or smartphone. I only have a pay as you go phone….
Well use the library….
… But the library is shut. They closed it and made people redundant. Now they don’t have enough volunteers.
Don’t you have a friend or relative to help you?
I don’t, they are all elderly.
Well, you can use the web cafe down the road.
Down the road, in the precinct.
OK, thanks….. One more question?
How do you use a computer, I’ve never owned one or used one! I’m 63, always worked with my hands, never used anything but pencil and paper. Never did IT at school, we used slates and chalk till I was ten. Finished school at 13. Went to work down the pit.
Sorry sir. You will have to find someone else to help you, your time is up!
I can use my images that are already uploaded but I can’t use any new pictures because I’ve reached my limit. Ideally I’d like to remove or delete some pictures to make more space but can’t see how to delete them off WordPress.
Maybe I should go through my earliest posts here and delete them? I mean who is going to be interested in my ramblings? I could upgrade my plan here. But then it means spending more. Should I just post to Facebook and leave here, after all it was going to be an art blog but it’s not really kept to that track, more of a muttering in the ear of a few hundred people, occasionally a flicker of recognition. So anyway, any recommendations?
It struck me that my writing is as mixed up as my painting and art. I’m interested in poetry and short stories, documenting life and writing about esoteric stuff like why the earth isn’t flat.
I sometimes ramble on around similar subjects, then get bored and throw something else into the mix – like writing about bread making, or my cats and garden.
I have a lot of thoughts flowing round in my head. I didn’t ask for them to be there. I’m irritated when Sci-fi shows have sound in the vacuum of space, or someone tells a lie about something that is clearly not true.
I was talking to my hubby about this earlier. I do not want to be different, I was going to write “normal” but perhaps I am. Maybe writers are those people that stick to a specific narrative or genre? Or maybe not. I know I don’t do much research about things, most of my writing is imagined or recollected from books and TV programmes.
I started out thinking it would be purely an art blog, a way of selling my paintings, but it’s morphed. I write mors here than anywhere else and I hope it doesn’t get snatched away. I never check how much content I’m creating. It just flows….. And I was once asked why I don’t have adverts… I don’t like them! I keep seeing photos of lemons, or some green gunk that clears up skin problems…. No, sorry, I’m not happy to sell it….
Apparently its 30 years since Sir Tim Berners-Lee invented the world wide Web. The Internet had pre existed the Web.
This is a form of Broccoli, the pattern seems fractal, where it repeats in smaller and smaller forms but in the same pattern. Another example is the Mandelbrot set. The now famous pattern that constantly reveals and renews itself the deeper you look into it.
Have you heard of Fibonacci numbers? They relate to the spirals on this Broccoli plant too. There are two spirals if you look closely. One is more curved than the other. It’s based on prime numbers. Like 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, and so on.
Now this is where I have to admit only a slight knowledge, I only know about Fibonacci because of programmes I have seen about him and they were based on art. I have also heard of the golden section, which is based on another spiral, and is said to allow you to place objects in a painting into the most beautiful composition. But I am no mathematician.
If you look up Fractals, Mandelbrot and Golden section, you should find interesting information about them all, and Chaos theory which seems to link them all. They are all fascinating.
There are several books out there about Chaos theory. It’s worth reading around the subject.
Old Belladonna Green watched as the moon rose. It was full and glowing tonight. Just the right time to be abroad for some witchery…..
She stood on top of the hill looking down at the old town. What enchantments could she weave to change people’s lives tonight?
She was a solo witch. A bit like solitary bees. Not part of a coven, but quietly making a difference where she could. The world was too modern for her really. No apprentice had been to see her for twenty years and her stock of charms had worn out long ago. Yes she could go to the local magic shop, but the stuff in there was mainly tat. Who wanted to buy a whoopee cushion to help indigestion?
And the Internet? It spread such falsehoods that no one knew what to believe anymore. When texting arrived she almost gave up. As it was she had to be very circumspect about what she did. All those satellites and droney things. She was good at weaving invisibility which she needed to keep out of sight of CCTV! More than once she had been forced to take the form of a black cat to avoid detection.
She looked over at Larch Street. A small row of terraces which were humble but cozy.
Oh yes. Mr Hughes, he needed some help, he was losing his hair rapidly…. She climbed up the drainpipe. She was still quite nifty at climbing even though she was 74… As she had thought, the bedroom window was open to let the cool moorland air in. She pushed the sash window open and deftly stepped through. Her soft shoes made no sound… She had a pouch of green herbs on her belt and she moved over to where Mr Hughes was sleeping. Gentle fingers massaged the green goo onto his head, he snored and turned in the bed, putting an arm round his wife. Belladonna stood back, approving her own work, then swiftly left the way she had come.
As the alarm clock went off the following morning Mr Hughes went into the bathroom. He was rather shocked to see in the his face in the mirror… A full head of hair…. But why was it blonde?