︎ Sophomore Color + Surface Studio
︎ p5.js
︎ Creative Coding
Based off of an image I have taken, I experimented with the concept of light and afterimage.
I coded a generator that “remixes” the image and maps a custom color library to parts of the remixed image to simulate afterimages.
Generative processes is an integral theme of this project. Not only is it reflected through the code, it is also seen within the color palettes. I picked colors from the original image and mixing them “manually” using transparencies and blending modes to generate new colors.
Generate your own image here.
︎ p5.js
︎ Creative Coding
Based off of an image I have taken, I experimented with the concept of light and afterimage.
I coded a generator that “remixes” the image and maps a custom color library to parts of the remixed image to simulate afterimages.
Generative processes is an integral theme of this project. Not only is it reflected through the code, it is also seen within the color palettes. I picked colors from the original image and mixing them “manually” using transparencies and blending modes to generate new colors.
Generate your own image here.
︎ Sophomore - Introduction to Computation
︎ Coding project
︎ Adobe Illustrator/Photoshop + Processing
︎ Personal narrative
PLAY HERE
the unsaid is a snapshot of my experience growing up with a Chinese mother. While my mother is not necessarily emotionally reserved, acts of service are still a prominent love language of hers. Nearly every night, she would set a bowl of fruit in front of me without comment. The fruit bowl is arguably a physical manifestation of the complex bond between us. Without fail, I received grapes, apples, mandarin oranges, spliced with disapproval, love, apology…
By clicking on the screen, the viewer can shuffle through different combinations of text, fruit, and bowl colour. The lack of context/explanation for the messages affords the experience ambiguity.
︎ Coding project
︎ Adobe Illustrator/Photoshop + Processing
︎ Personal narrative
PLAY HERE
the unsaid is a snapshot of my experience growing up with a Chinese mother. While my mother is not necessarily emotionally reserved, acts of service are still a prominent love language of hers. Nearly every night, she would set a bowl of fruit in front of me without comment. The fruit bowl is arguably a physical manifestation of the complex bond between us. Without fail, I received grapes, apples, mandarin oranges, spliced with disapproval, love, apology…
By clicking on the screen, the viewer can shuffle through different combinations of text, fruit, and bowl colour. The lack of context/explanation for the messages affords the experience ambiguity.