CYPHERS

Individual 1 of 1 handmade digital portraits containing a spatially encrypted message using Gary’s custom 3D font - #Alphaglyphs. The Alphaglyph font is hand made from 1000’s of sketches made in stream of consciousness sessions that are then hand sculpted digitally into 3D from 16meter high cubes to form each letter.

#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger

#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger

#alphaglyphs Cipher - Imposter Syndrome - Dunning Kruger

#alphaglyphs “G”

#alphaglyphs “N”

#alphaglyphs “O”

#alphaglyphs “P”

GARYMCGINTY.COM

BIO

Artist GaryMcGinty grew up in the small fishing village on Achill Island in the West of Ireland.
After building houses with his mum and dad he received his Architecture degree from Trinity College Dublin. Side projects incl designing film sets with folks incl Ridley Scott, Tim Burton, Arthur Max and Dan Hennah. His first digital art project using CAD was collaborating with artist John Gerrard in 1999.

PrACTICE

Gary’s practice is at the nexus of Art, Architecture and Technology. A digital native for 25 years he specialises in the expression of messages and space. Digital Modernism spatially defining the The Modern Metaverse.


Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.