NEW PHOTOBLOG: Phlogi.com <----- I post photos i find online.
new project site: watchussleep.com <-----shani and i streaming our sleep live every night.
new updated homepage/portfolio: benjaminlotan.com <----this is what i have been working on... not done yet, and does not work in internet explorer, but give me feedback...
Wednesday, December 24
update
Just made a twitter account. so you can follow my moves there if you wish:
http://twitter.com/benjaminlotan
still posting with friends xandre and taymoor on eggpoop.blogspot.com but now building a new personal site to be published before the end of the year. Probably will start some new blogs. (an image blog, and a screenshot blog.. etc)
also streaming my dreams, as i become aware of them... not sure how this will work out yet, but planning on sleeping in front of my webcam as often as possible. you can check out my ustream.tv channel at ustream.tv/channel/watchmedream
i'll figure everything out soon enough.
ben
http://twitter.com/benjaminlotan
still posting with friends xandre and taymoor on eggpoop.blogspot.com but now building a new personal site to be published before the end of the year. Probably will start some new blogs. (an image blog, and a screenshot blog.. etc)
also streaming my dreams, as i become aware of them... not sure how this will work out yet, but planning on sleeping in front of my webcam as often as possible. you can check out my ustream.tv channel at ustream.tv/channel/watchmedream
i'll figure everything out soon enough.
ben
Wednesday, October 1
the Captured meMe on Channel 6 News

they captured me on a machine, and broadcast my words and images...
see blog post and News clip here
or go strait to the news clip
Tuesday, September 16
EggPoop
I Have been Posting On EGGPOOP.BLOGSPOT.COM so go there and read.
Its a blog for all of us in san diego.
Its a blog for all of us in san diego.
Wednesday, September 10
Tuesday, September 2
30,000 Photo project.
I have just over 30,000 digital photos on my hard drive from the past 7 years or so. I just recognized this today and started to think about how i could use all of them to create something. One idea is to load them all into Final Cut and Use as single film frames. I did some initial tests, and there is something nice that emerges. While you cannot see each photo alone, you see sessions. when i photograph i will sometimes take many photos of a single scene. so when they are all flying by quickly, you can make out some of the scenes quite well. I will post some film footage soon. These stills are from a trial in which i had 4 separate streams of images to cut down on the length.




Photocombines
Guitar effects=video effects
an early sketch of something that could be expanded and worked out more thoroughly in the future.
Suicide. TorryPines
Last night i went for a walk to Torry Pines Glider port area. When i got there. there were many trucks. Someone had driven their car off the cliff. commotion. the difference between those that off themselves in such dramatic fashion and those who without a trace. The effort to get his car up from the beach.... I took a bunch of footage, of the trucks mostly. It was very dark but i think i can put something together. These are film stills.






Monday, September 1
new perspectives
Friday, August 29
Sunday, August 17
Video Photography
Saturday, August 16
Sunday, July 13
Saturday, June 14
Photosi
Training North from San Diego, i took hundreds of pictures the whole way, thinking about compiling them in a grid and printing them poster size as a sequence documenting the changing landscape. This journey will be completed each season, or perhaps each year for the next few decades.
Here is a small sample of images:

also started messing around with different kinds of pixilation algorithms.
Here is a small sample of images:

also started messing around with different kinds of pixilation algorithms.
Wednesday, June 11
1-Pixel Portraits
Underpassage
Tuesday, June 10
Tuesday, May 27
Monday, May 19
green key etc
this weekend there is a party everywhere. but doesn't that only mean more of the same patterns? moving around, that wholesome activity between drinks, dirty smiles and laughter. That walking, hoping you will see something. hoping something will happen. That you will see someone.
now it's not just about the basement and a couple of larger rooms, it's a few houses and a block. you can move in between these new expanded spaces, but its just the same.
What is it like here?
It's small, and there is something missing. and you, you would rather just stay in some other place. you would rather just deal with your own shit, and not be here.
and when you walk into the gallery and you see the cream of the crop of student artwork. coming from these people who sink such cash into their own lives, investing in networks, and hoping they can learn and it all pays off,
your perspective is one that is upsetting, and you don't care, and are upset in a way. because somehow all this shit discounts your shit, and what you would do, and what you want to do. somehow. and you are upset. "does that make sense?" you ask yourself.
You lost faith because you saw them all as competitors, and you weren't nervous. you were agitated, and bothered and put off. that their work is out there in opposition to your own. it cuts, it grates the public and puts them in a place of antitrust and ignorance. It is blinding, as all those who tag and write their names across spaces. that although they believe in themselves and their right. and their power, and their ability, and their prowess, they again, only see that single bit.
meaning as a reflection of being here, this whole time, you try to understand. Walking in this night, alone.
you are scared of that supremacy that comes with recognition of problems. and you are upset because your being good, makes there bad, and that is not good.
hello los angelos, we're looking at a whole lot of heat.
now it's not just about the basement and a couple of larger rooms, it's a few houses and a block. you can move in between these new expanded spaces, but its just the same.
What is it like here?
It's small, and there is something missing. and you, you would rather just stay in some other place. you would rather just deal with your own shit, and not be here.
and when you walk into the gallery and you see the cream of the crop of student artwork. coming from these people who sink such cash into their own lives, investing in networks, and hoping they can learn and it all pays off,
your perspective is one that is upsetting, and you don't care, and are upset in a way. because somehow all this shit discounts your shit, and what you would do, and what you want to do. somehow. and you are upset. "does that make sense?" you ask yourself.
You lost faith because you saw them all as competitors, and you weren't nervous. you were agitated, and bothered and put off. that their work is out there in opposition to your own. it cuts, it grates the public and puts them in a place of antitrust and ignorance. It is blinding, as all those who tag and write their names across spaces. that although they believe in themselves and their right. and their power, and their ability, and their prowess, they again, only see that single bit.
meaning as a reflection of being here, this whole time, you try to understand. Walking in this night, alone.
you are scared of that supremacy that comes with recognition of problems. and you are upset because your being good, makes there bad, and that is not good.
hello los angelos, we're looking at a whole lot of heat.
Saturday, May 17
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