white.jpg When we stepped outside everything was white and cold, except for my fingers. When I took off my mittens to adjust her sunglasses my fingers turned lobster red, the red of flesh at a temperature that is all wrong. She cried that it was too cold but her tears didn’t freeze and further down, sheltered from the wind, we laughed and told stories again.

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Cultural Representations of Machine Vision: An Experimental Mixed Methods Workshop

Call for submissions to a workshop, Bergen, Norway
Workshop dates: 15-17 August 2022
Proposals due: 15 June

The Machine Vision in Everyday Life project invites proposals for an interdisciplinary workshop using qualitative approaches and digital methods to analyse how machine vision is represented in art, science fiction, games, social media and other forms of cultural and aesthetic expression.