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ALPHAGLYPHS.COM
ALPHAGlyph - CIPHERs.
“Factions of Infineum”
OFF CHAIN GenErative artwoRks
#Alphaglyphs - process 1 - 1000’s of origin sketches made in stream of consciousness sessions.
#Alphaglyphs - process 2 - Hand sculpted digital 3D glyphs created from the sketches.
#Alphaglyphs - process 3 - Forming the titles and creating the portraits
#Alphaglyphs Cipher - Portraits - Genesis Collection - “Factions of Infineum”
Alphaglyphs is an innovative project that blends technology with art to create something truly unique. The first step in the process involves the creation of thousands of sketches, made in stream of consciousness sessions. These sketches serve as the foundation for the next step, which involves hand sculpting digital 3D glyphs. The final step in the process involves forming the titles and creating portraits, resulting in the #Alphaglyphs Cipher - Portraits - Genesis Collection titled “Factions of Infineum.” This collection combines ancient and futuristic design elements to create a truly captivating experience for the viewer. The level of detail and artistry involved in each step of the process is truly impressive, resulting in a one-of-a-kind art collection that is sure to captivate and inspire.
#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger
#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger
#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger
#alphaglyphs “G”
#alphaglyphs “N”
#alphaglyphs “O”
#alphaglyphs “P”
GAZZZa.art
BIO
From Ireland, Artist gaZZZa trained as an Architect.
PrACTICE
Art practice is at the nexus of Art, Architecture and Technology. A digital native for 25 years gaZZZa specialises in the expression of architectural space in the metaverse. Digital Modernism spatially defining the The Modern Metaverse.
< Run, studio, sketch, 3D model, ideate, iterate, generate - sleep - repeat() >
Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.