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Read one of these nonfiction books about Ojibway children. As a result, we see new creations by method and content just to name a few, the creation of fake news and graphic representation without any effort.Ĭontemporaneity pushes us to deal with digital technologies and new scenarios of imagination. Focusing on this last output, the digital art involves also the creation of images with no graphic and technical expertise. Looking at this contingency, i s this the new horizon we are going to face? Here are some thoughts.ĭall-eand Midjourney are becoming increasingly present hashtags in our social feeds, and we are extremely fascinated by their potential. As a digital humanist, my thoughts turn towards an author, Walter Benjamin, a philosopher I loved during my studies in Philosophy. Benjamin wrote in 1935 a volume with several essays entitled “ The work of art in the Age of its Technological reproducibility”. "synopsis" may belong to another edition of this title.The work of art in the Age of its Technological reproducibilityĪlready from the title, The work of art in the Age of its Technological reproducibility, the volume deals with extreme finesse and maturity, a central theme for that time.Īnd this volume, I must say, has pushed me moving from theoretical philosophy to the study of aesthetics and then, to design and cognitive psychology. Meta-humor, pop-culture humor, utter disregard for the 4th wall abound. Warning: Contains PG-13 rated violence, R-rated language and X-rated hotel scenes. And what price must he pay to survive the next roll of the dice. His only guide is Rourke, dashing King of the Phouka, plus a growing pack of half-siblings, a god, and Fate herself.Īs Spence embarks on a journey to learn the Coyote’s creed, the truth about his heritage, and how to handle his growing attraction to Rourke, he wonders when his life turned from TV sitcom to real-life danger zone.

Suddenly he’s thrown head-first into a dangerous world he knows next-to-nothing about. With a near-catatonic mother on his hands, Spence couldn’t care less about the Coyotes’ ongoing feud with the Phouka and the Kitsune-until it lands on his doorstep. Then Spence gets the news that his long-gone father is not only dead, but was a Coyote, one of three clans of tricksters in the City. As it is, he’ll be riding the edge of failure to graduation next month. If con games were taught in high school, Spencer Crain would be on the honor roll.