Today's missive from the uncanny valley: a gigantic little girl, sixty feet high, striding through London. It's part of the recent Sultan's Elephant event.
Watching this, at times I focused on the artifice and apparatus, such as the presence of the operating team, the actions of guide lines and pulleys. Then the image would suddenly shift, even in a very small way, and I'd behold animation, mobility, facial expressions, gestures.
Amazing design and puppetry. It would serve as a good visual for the apocalyptic finale of Kleist's puppet essay (1811):
We see how, in the organic world, as reflection grows darker and weaker, grace emerges ever more radiant and supreme. – But just as two intersecting lines, converging on one side of a point, reappear on the other after their passage through infinity, and just as our image, as we approach a concave mirror, vanishes to infinity only to reappear before our very eyes, so will grace, having likewise traversed the infinite, return to us once more, and so appear most purely in that bodily form that has either no consciousness at all or an infinite one, which is to say, either in the puppet or a god."
"That means," said I, somewhat amused, "that we would have to eat of the tree of knowledge a second time to fall back into the state of innocence."
"Of course," he answered, "and that is the final chapter in the history of the world."
There's a copy at YouTube, which might be shorter.
(via MeFi)
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