Grafica Sfumata. Fuzzy graphic design

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La grafica sfumata.  Linea Grafica 1998

Il nuovo concetto di forma e di segno mobile si colloca all’interno delle culture del divenire e del nuovo concetto di spazio. La cultura dell’Essere aveva sviluppato un concetto di spazio contenitore (newton), che già Einstein (E=mc2) aveva trasformato nello spazio/tempo non indipendente dalla materia ma generato da essa. Oggi “la connotazione ancora statica dello spazio-tempo è sostituita dalla connotazione più dinamica della temporalizzazione dello spazio.

Questa è la nuova rivoluzione: la temporalizzazione dello spazio, cioè l’avvento di una concezione della dissoluzione dello spazio nella dinamica del tempo. Dove la temporalità diventa creativa e la materia diventa attiva, non ha più residuo passivo”. Sul piano progettuale la grande rivoluzione concettuale e categoriale della forma viene a fondersi con la grande rivoluzione informatica mutuando l’avvento di un altro paradigma disciplinare: la tecnologia digitale.

 

Read This : Traveling in Turkey

  1. Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  2. A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  3. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.

I feel the presence of the Almighty: 

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarks.

  • Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  • A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  • I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment. 

Read This : Traveling in Turkey

  • Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  • A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  • I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

 The bedding was hardly able to cover it

Nice Nature

The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

“What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human” although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.

A wonderful serenity has taken possession

His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung.

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