Ongoing
They wrote ofx , and the wound became an interface.
You run the app. The GUI sliders move nothing physical. The depth image shows a ghost that looks like your torso. OSC messages float out into the local network — received by no one, logged by no one, cherished by no one. scatter ofx
ofxFaceTracker finds eyes where you swore there were only pixels. ofxAudioUnit hums a frequency that matches your breath. ofxWebSocket receives a message from a stranger’s machine in Berlin: /light/blue 0.8 They wrote ofx , and the wound became an interface
That buffer, that beautiful neglected buffer, is the real artwork. The depth image shows a ghost that looks like your torso
In openFrameworks, ofx addons live like satellite organs: one for computer vision, one for sound analysis, one for network osc, one for shader chaos. Each speaks a dialect of void update() .
You are the host of ghosts. Each ofx addon is a minor deity, and you, the heretic priest, pray not with belief but with ofEnableBlendMode(OF_BLEND_MODE_ADD) . So write this into your setup() :
Scatter ofx — no origin, no destination. Only routing. Only the trembling interface between you and what you cannot hold.