can i be part of this nice team ?

FYI to all the visionaries out there:

Alex Gray plans to open Chapel of Sacred Mirrors, on a 40 acre site, in Wappingers, NY (one train stop north of Beacon, NY) soon...

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ART is A Refleection from The heart

I guess I would say they are ways to extract creativity in it's entirety from an entity. Then shape what ever you got into different things.(The programs) Then where to store them.(Hexagon tunnels domes temples obstical courses.) ways to create multiple paintings at the same time. Walk through tunnels of every artist that's ever been there souls imprinted on the walls and binary codes girding, chopping up, deciphering pictures along with short hand squiggles, fluid brushstrokes and having a program that records styles then turns them into a individual language of approach to the canvas for that artist.


So I think the digital brush will record in multiple variations. like every setting that's possible... hmm well it might take up too much processing power.

Also the information gets recorded as a shape. so you might just be able to make the different settings later and tweak the information later.


How the programs will process and turn your art into more art will work something like this I think... (this is just for the d brush and the canvas mind you this is excluding the other forms of extraction that lock on at all times.) It records sections on a time line that along with the clone of your painting in digital form. So if each stroke is in sections it can then be related to a word or letter symbol or sound notes to a keyboard or instrument. I wonder how that would look on "symphonic". The sections can then be altered with pre programs that hold different settings for the time line. Say if you have three certain types of strokes you could also adjust the sensitivity of the estimation, to round off to the closest thing to that stroke. So anyways say those three stokes get recognized by being a diagonal pattern by an additive and you tell this additive to cut the line in half and rotate a certain way or move back in a 3d landscape and crystallize reflect and created fractals space out if things get to cluttered or zoom to detail clone itself or graduate or decrees fuse or exclude other lines. Also certain shapes and sizes of shapes can be recognize and have the same settings. The ways to activate additives seems endless as well. Six patterns can also make a hexagon. A canvas has a grid system of bumps on it these small bumps can be gridded or cropped in squares or rectangles. To find what language it is.


I noticed that when I thinned oil paint over thinker oil paint it would make tiny little droplets. It you let these dry then added more layers it would created more pixels for the binary code. Spray paint and Airbrushing are prolly better ways to extracting stuff. Using a microscope with a camera is a good idea too.


This all seems very easy to do I would think and to learn these language like binary, short hand, long hand, sand script, calligraphy you would be conscious of every layer of paint. Also combining the eeg video game reader to the equation would add more understanding to this. Yes they can make complex video games using telepathy with warriors using weapons to destroy things. Why not make a virtual clone of yourself to use tools to create. Don't they have something simple like Microsoft painter. I think that eeg reader could also be worn when sleeping or lucid dreaming, when lucid people are able to talk to there waking life into a voice recorder. Or on a higher control of lucid dreaming. Master unyronaughts can even clone there spirit to have multiple dreams at the same time. Also have multiple arms that can move individually. So in this virtual reality it's possible to create an infinite amount of frames and even record your dreams through the skill and style of an artist. Might start off painting a cube or four screens but those will eventually divide with your experience. Then you'll be stamping out frames with flying eyes with paintbrushes in there pupils locked on there own square pixels with there individual names. Why do pixels have to be square anyway why can't they be hexagons. This might also be another good way to map out the mind.


That might be way some religions forbid the combination with text and pictures they perhaps didn't want them to figure out that in order to create a life you need information framed within the body. Language, Music and Art.



I was also thinking about frames or skeletons in a 3d program and say using a fractal maker no matter how chaotic your fractal gets it will always make something that is recognizable because it will be adding flesh to the skeletons frame of an animal or person. The skeleton would be the guidelines for fractal animation.


0.Dual brush. traditional art merged with digital, axis having more axis for more access. stuff that reads the swirls in a water bucket rags whirls. Eyes and tongue movement.

1.Mind thoughts.eeg machines portable like those from near future video games.


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Motion capture/ gloves

3.
pressure sensitive floor/feet

4.
Sounds Captured

5.
Heart rate/ pulse

6. Hair loss/ growth, cellular recording will prolly be a possibility too.


7.
Flatulence

8.
Body temperature/ perspiration

9.laser dotting (kinda like motion capture but on the external from a frame. I wonder if there's lasers that take pictures from there dot? At least a pixel to relate it to all the other pixels. While also recording the distance.

10. Muscle contractions, Body suit with mo cap buttons on top.
Testicular fluctuations
11.
Photo imaging analysis/ rendering polygons and animation
13. Wind light opening windows occasional bugs birds possible trees or plants growing in the room to add to the calm controlled randomness.



Hexallence and the infinite environments


Then there's the hexagon idea 6 foot hexagon wooden or metal panels or types of plexy glass. if the sides are beveled at the right angle they can form connected circle if you extend that circle you form a tunnel. Then put a glass floor in the center and you got a 360 degree view of it.


I want to make a life time continues painting to capture what it means to be alive. Nothing will go to wast and everything will have it's place in the never ending puzzle. It will be like the internet except hand drawn through the styles of artist. You could just print the entire thing out and project it through the tunnels, but that's the empty way of doing it. It must be recorded by a souls vision to be more fulling also better translation as well.


The Gons will be divide with guide lines in inches on the sides. That way when they are assembled differently they will create new images. Say if you have a head and you switch it with a new gon you now have the body of a being.


On the out side of the gons there will be these robotic arms that on a timer switch hexagons with entire screens or a new gon. These tunnels will all lead to a dome of hexagons and it is possible to make one they did it in Europe it just has to be really big. The Dome will also have a glass floor but will be missing a seven gons to let the sun in or at the very bottom you have blank canvas to where by being overloaded with information you make your own gon just by thinking of it.


Each hexagon will have a lazer pointing out the center of it to certain locations on the floor it will then be attached to the song I made while I was looking at the painting.



Then there's the paintings with candles and flowers/plants that records hamsters movements to environments that recycle themselves. If you make and leave these boxes or tetrahedrons in random places they will record the environment and if you pre program it with your style it will make your impression on the place.


Leaving a painting with a flower intertwining around it will give you an appreciation for it be cause as your plant grows so to will your understanding of the art. The candles will will burn, gravity will pull them in sculpted reliefs that are mazes or outlines or whole pieces of the painting that are waiting for color. It can be gathered and weighed down by a balance to a cheese grader that has varying holes the smaller ones being the shading or dark areas of a face for instance and the larger ones for lighter areas. Rendering the face 3d when it hits the flat shelf beneath . Same thing for gun powder.


I have many Ideas and good hands to make them but so little time and mostly so little funding.



Why will there be a need for art if everyone is conscious? Will it still be relevant? I think when it comes down to it it's all about balance, light, dark, and creating novelty and enthusiasm.
I don't really know if that explains anything but I know!


So anyways I hope we can find this or make these tools to better extract and make art more interesting and interactive for the masses and to map out the dream world and build and claim planets and become gods.
Don't cha Know!

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this is the [link] to the image for this dream.

This is the discription of that dream.

I had a lucid dream on sept. 14 from 10am to 12pm I awoke went back to sleep and had another one. I couldn’t get myself comfortable so I felt like my shirt and necklace tied me up with geometric shackles or something like that. So I took them off and began to sleep. I forgot how it started but I eventually made a simulation of my body in my bed and then me having a dream. So I simulated a dream. I then walked around and then I sort of knew I was dreaming by feeling myself sleeping. But I wasn’t 100 percent sure so I looked at my hand I glanced at it and it seem ok but then I stared at it and my fingers sort of melted into a crisp. I then looked at the sky out side It was sort of a dawn or a dim sky. Then turned a sort of purple haze. Then the sky changed its perspective I felt more of a tangible sense of space. The clouds where layered hiding behind one another. Then as I kept staring with expectancy.

A cloud became alive in the distance and was moving like a expressionless court jester kartwhelling weaving through the stationary clouds. The other clouds felt like trees must feel in a hide and seek game. Then the cloud changed it’s antics and I got more of a sense of what it looked like It moved like a ice skater. And dodged and pushed clouds out of it’s way advancing forward from the vanishing point. Like a Cloud detective. It then slowed down and grew larger and with different smooth glass like texture compartments. Rotating and taking on few distinct forms but always changing.

I was totally aware now that I was dreaming and felt a rush of blood in my solar plexus. An injection of life! I didn’t risk becoming a character myself by smiling or laughing. Because that usually wakes me up or I loose focus and drift into another scene. Loosing a bit of understanding. But I can’t really say I exactly recall myself not feeling happy at that moment. I did but all I remember feeling is my pupil widening, Wanting more.

The cloud kept getting more complexed and then I felt a higher and more prolonged state of bliss I guess along with the feeling that listening to good music gives you a sort of spine tingling sensation that was thrown in there along with I don’t even know. I think at that point I was like, "Good god it just keeps evolving!” The feeling I had in my diaphragm was a reflection of that sky, because of course I was dreaming and knew it.

Perhaps it was the 3 tea bags of Extra Sleepy Time. Those seconds seemed to last really long I’m not even sure If I remember time accurately but it felt like I could. Perhaps that was the key to staying lucid.


I continued to stare with growing excitement. Then the sky changed it’s tone and the cloud became aware that I was staring at it and began to stare at me I felt a sort of fear but not uneasy more like caution. Now it felt like all the feelings I had were collecting inside me and were whirling upward like a storm. Likewise the cloud kept staring with glowing eyes and began to grow multiple heads turning rotating and getting loud causing ripples in the sky to form lightning. It look like then it was beginning to think about moving toward me. Everything was so realistic. Worry added itself to the feelings. I was keeping everything and using it as a fuel to make my eyes wider. It started to speak but with a combination of Bach music, thunder and lightning, and a sort of Buddhist monk chant that just kept rising.

For some reason I thought that whoever was looking at me on the other side could read my very subtle facial expressions from my sleeping body and then could interpret my vision. I remembered I left the door to my room open and I could have sworn I heard my Great Grandmother. Calling my name. with an angry tone. I guess I had an inkling that if my grandma could read my thoughts then she would think I’m insane and would kick me out set me back to a spiral. I really felt like I could prove some way that you can read a persons mind when they were asleep. All in just like one cloud of feeling.

What I saw was beautiful it was a bit gimmicky like a metal ball rolling along flipping on switches causing other things to do stuff to no end. Unpredictability addiction. What I saw was indeed awesome. Awesome was the exit word.

I think it was going to turn into an Omnipotent or Goliath or something. What really got me edgy was that it was beginning to feel not apart of me. I then heard my grandma scream my name and I surged back to my senses in a large arch. I looked at my door and realized my mistake. My grandma wasn’t calling me so I turned over and went back to sleep. I became lucid again. This time I began to reshape my environment by thinking about it. I was redecorating things. I was aware that I was sleeping but I didn’t know how the keeping time idea seemed good and began to ponder.

I looked at my hand and was holding a digital audio recorder that seemed like a owl turd. Wait a minute. I said with a drunken smirk. That seemed to really put me in the zone again. Then it change into a real one but I still felt my sleeping body. And it felt like I had phantom arms and legs or I would fade in and out of feeling my real sleeping body and my clone sleeping body. They were doing different things at the same time! What the hell does that mean? The dream belonged to both I guess. (the thing that made them different was there time of birth I guess. But one tasted like koolaid and the other earthy tea.one was like “Oh Yeah” and the other was like “Chill.” Yet they were sleeping. Weird huh.) Where was my lucidity coming from? I gave up trying to figure that out.

Looked at the voice recorder. I had a really powerful connection to my sleepy body. I could swear I could talk and describe the coherent deep thoughts I was stringing together in my dream and get them across to a recorder in waking life. It also felt like I could get up and walk around while still dreaming. Multitasking. Damn! That would be some Crazy Shit! I would never get tired and it would definitely enhance everything. You would have eco location skills and senesthsia and all that. WorldWalker! Painting with my eyes closed with both hands and mouth.Boomin. Might even paint with my pelvis. Groovin. To give the work a good solid foundation.

Then I had some thoughts about those people that invented a video game that you can control with your thoughts and facial expressions. I wonder if they made a program that you can draw lines and stuff. They prolly do but on a photoshop level or even z brush or a fast pace…Do you have to remember the steps you can set the preferences then? If the artist is fast enough couldn’t they be able to stamp images together to make a movie and thus record there dreams? I wonder if there’s jelltion you can sleep in. So you can feel weightless. Da Cacoons.


So I then remembered my previous dream and walked towards the window looked outside felt a breeze and floated onboard. I began quarksqrewing up at an angle to the clouds. Across the park and to the cloud giant. It was stationary with wide black ivory squid eyes. I just kept smiling cause I was flying. It was like stretching your arms out and yawning. Embracing a thought that was thought dead. The soft round clouds half circled around me. The spirit of there formation were like square blocks of domino's, individually calculating there own numerical movement . I staired like a retard making a jester that translated. "The spirit of the formation" and I stared at the face. It sort of unhinged geometric glowing art revised and inscribed on blocks from Peru out it's gigantic jaws. Then everything faded out.

Funny, Bubbling, Precise, Hidden, Angelic, Imposing but was it a Truthful continuation to the meaning of the first dream? I think this dream was a cicada shell.

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