My brother cried, ‘Popeye is dead. Popeye is dead. He was inconsolable.’ His little google-eyed black fish perished overnight and floated in the bowl. At my father’s funeral the stress of the previous day’s open-casket visitation almost pushed my siblings and myself over the edge. We sat in a row along the pew, waiting for the minister to speak, our strange hushed laughter bubbling.
I appreciate the support given to me by the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals program in funding this GIF project based on text (with added images) from my most recent book Meme-Noir.
Yesterday I posted two of my GIFS and a third appeared that I could not get rid of.
Not a ‘third’ out of the blue! No, it wasn’t a mystery GIF but one of the GIFS duplicated itself.
I suppose I could have ignored it but I couldn’t so I deleted the post. Later I saw comments (but maybe they were mystery comments).
I appreciate the support of the Canada Council for the Arts Digital Originals Program support for this project.
The Canada Council For the Arts ‘Digital Originals’ grant program funded my project creating GIFS from text in my recent book Meme-Noir (with added imagery). I worked up a head of steam experimenting, creating maybe 30 + GIFS, and have now paused to deal with other pressing matters. The top GIF was created at a larger size than the lower one. As a non-techie I am finding the problem-solving like time-travel to ancient Byzantium. I think that means I hope for the best. Soon I will create an Instagram page, and other social media pages, to publicize this work. I find this medium fascinating.