Archive for May, 2007

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running people

May 18, 2007


a little experiment with scale model railway figures and istopmotion

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Van Gogh and Turbulence

May 13, 2007

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Vincent van Gogh is known for his chaotic paintings and similarly tumultuous state of mind. Now a mathematical analysis of his works reveals that the stormy patterns in many of his paintings are uncannily like real turbulence, as seen in swirling water or the air from a jet engine. Read the rest of this entry ?

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visualisation of turbulent flow

May 13, 2007

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Turbulence can be found everywhere: in the sun and in a cup of coffee, in a turbine engine and in biology. How turbulence works is one of the long-standing unsolved problems for scientists and engineers. Read the rest of this entry ?

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turbolenza

May 13, 2007

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The world first flow visualization representation above is a sketch of a free water jet issuing from a square hole into a pool, drawn by the hands of Leonardo da Vinci; circa 1500. In the view of John L. Lumley, Da Vinci might have prefigured the now famous Reynolds turbulence decomposition nearly 400 years prior to Osborne Reynolds’ own pipe-flow visualization! In one of his notebooks, da Vinci wrote (translated by Ugo Piomelli): “Observe the motion of the surface of the water, which resembles that of hair, which has two motions, of which one is caused by the weight of the hair, the other by the direction of the curls; thus the water has eddying motions, one part of which is due to the principal current, the other to the random and reverse motion.”

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Turbulence article from the guardian

May 13, 2007

Extracts from Turbulence, Giles Foden’s novel about the D-Day weather forecast
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In Edgar Allan Poe’s short story A Descent into the Maelstrom, the unnamed narrator, watching from a cliff on the Norwegian coast, describes the appearance of a giant whirlpool: “The edge of the whirl was represented by a broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the mouth of the terrific funnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could fathom it, was a smooth, shining, and jet-black wall of water, inclined to the horizon at an angle of some forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar . . .” Read the rest of this entry ?

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Creative Laboratory

May 11, 2007

 Sources set up a week of experimentation in IOU’s studio space, working with Anne Caldwell, Poet, Jack Lockhart, Visual artist, Andy Plant Visual Artist and mechanical maker and Matt Wand, sound
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The week had no performance or exhibition outcome, but was an opportunity to explore collaboration between words, image, visual arts and sound. We looked at how we could combine strands of all of our work to create an installation.
The aim of the week would be to examine our working practices together and do a showcase of this work later in June 2007. This project extends the range of what Sources can offer, and has given us a chance for the company to work with a larger creative team Read the rest of this entry ?

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edgar allan poe The Maelstrom

May 1, 2007

The Maelstrom
Edgar Allan Poe
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The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in them greater than the well of Democritus.
Joseph Glanville.
WE had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.
“Not long ago,” said he at length, “and I could have guided you on this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years past, there happened to me an event such as never happened before to mortal man –or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of –and the six hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body and soul. You suppose me a very old man –but I am not. It took less than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow. Do you know I can scarcely look over this little cliff without getting giddy?” Read the rest of this entry ?