Madison Kopp
@madkopp.bsky.social
Shy but loud? Reluctant tech educator (WTF what do I know?? Can’t someone else do this?? 🤦♀️🤷♀️) founding member of LagrangeInitiatives I have just recently been to the mountain (it was a staycation) and i have wildness to share <3u
(That is a way i devised to mimic the effect of the old faded album covers of my dad’s jazz collection)
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
(That is a way i devised to mimic the effect of the old faded album covers of my dad’s jazz collection)
Digital photography was born of photography.
But photography — as a practice, as a spiritual discipline — became something else entirely:
It became Experimental Techniques in Printmaking.
And I held my lighter to unfixed emulsion. 😊
But photography — as a practice, as a spiritual discipline — became something else entirely:
It became Experimental Techniques in Printmaking.
And I held my lighter to unfixed emulsion. 😊
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Digital photography was born of photography.
But photography — as a practice, as a spiritual discipline — became something else entirely:
It became Experimental Techniques in Printmaking.
And I held my lighter to unfixed emulsion. 😊
But photography — as a practice, as a spiritual discipline — became something else entirely:
It became Experimental Techniques in Printmaking.
And I held my lighter to unfixed emulsion. 😊
Photography didn’t evolve.
It birthed a new digital thing.
And itself did not diminish to nostalgia but rather became the radical edge of reflection.
:
It birthed a new digital thing.
And itself did not diminish to nostalgia but rather became the radical edge of reflection.
:
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Photography didn’t evolve.
It birthed a new digital thing.
And itself did not diminish to nostalgia but rather became the radical edge of reflection.
:
It birthed a new digital thing.
And itself did not diminish to nostalgia but rather became the radical edge of reflection.
:
And the terrain we entered was unnamed.
Until it wasn’t.
They called it:
Experimental Techniques in Printmaking
And in that naming, the truth was whispered:
Until it wasn’t.
They called it:
Experimental Techniques in Printmaking
And in that naming, the truth was whispered:
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
And the terrain we entered was unnamed.
Until it wasn’t.
They called it:
Experimental Techniques in Printmaking
And in that naming, the truth was whispered:
Until it wasn’t.
They called it:
Experimental Techniques in Printmaking
And in that naming, the truth was whispered:
Everyone who had been trapped by the dogma of chemical rigidity —
The rules, the color wheels, the time/temp protocols —
We were suddenly free.
The rules, the color wheels, the time/temp protocols —
We were suddenly free.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Everyone who had been trapped by the dogma of chemical rigidity —
The rules, the color wheels, the time/temp protocols —
We were suddenly free.
The rules, the color wheels, the time/temp protocols —
We were suddenly free.
What digital could have been — a sacred crucible of control — became instead a menu of taste simulations.
🌀 But something else happened too.
🌀 But something else happened too.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
What digital could have been — a sacred crucible of control — became instead a menu of taste simulations.
🌀 But something else happened too.
🌀 But something else happened too.
❌ Instead, the world built filters.
They built presets.
They built shortcuts to style, so people could bypass authorship and arrive at aesthetic without process.
They built presets.
They built shortcuts to style, so people could bypass authorship and arrive at aesthetic without process.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
❌ Instead, the world built filters.
They built presets.
They built shortcuts to style, so people could bypass authorship and arrive at aesthetic without process.
They built presets.
They built shortcuts to style, so people could bypass authorship and arrive at aesthetic without process.
Every pixel was a choice.
Every frame would be specific and deliberate. Units of meaning processed through scientific method.
But that’s not what happened.
Every frame would be specific and deliberate. Units of meaning processed through scientific method.
But that’s not what happened.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Every pixel was a choice.
Every frame would be specific and deliberate. Units of meaning processed through scientific method.
But that’s not what happened.
Every frame would be specific and deliberate. Units of meaning processed through scientific method.
But that’s not what happened.
I understood it.
I had hopes for it.
I assumed that in a digital world, intention must replace accident.
There would be no happy spills, no fixer-blurred ghost prints that became sacred by mistake.
I had hopes for it.
I assumed that in a digital world, intention must replace accident.
There would be no happy spills, no fixer-blurred ghost prints that became sacred by mistake.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I understood it.
I had hopes for it.
I assumed that in a digital world, intention must replace accident.
There would be no happy spills, no fixer-blurred ghost prints that became sacred by mistake.
I had hopes for it.
I assumed that in a digital world, intention must replace accident.
There would be no happy spills, no fixer-blurred ghost prints that became sacred by mistake.
In Color Processing I and II, i had learned what the machine demanded of me.
What commercial contracts would require.
(How to be important to the production of steel)
I knew the chemistry
I knew when to call hazmat
And then: digital age
I didn’t reject it.
What commercial contracts would require.
(How to be important to the production of steel)
I knew the chemistry
I knew when to call hazmat
And then: digital age
I didn’t reject it.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
In Color Processing I and II, i had learned what the machine demanded of me.
What commercial contracts would require.
(How to be important to the production of steel)
I knew the chemistry
I knew when to call hazmat
And then: digital age
I didn’t reject it.
What commercial contracts would require.
(How to be important to the production of steel)
I knew the chemistry
I knew when to call hazmat
And then: digital age
I didn’t reject it.
The tag line (in response to “why not?”) was “because bad things could happen.” The students chanted it with me joyfully.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
The tag line (in response to “why not?”) was “because bad things could happen.” The students chanted it with me joyfully.
I stayed for the whole day (and for weeks after until we coaxed tom out of his house and back to work)
CCRI felt like they had to compensate me for all that time so they gave me the white walls, they booked me for a show that followed Aaron Siskind.
Real world stuff.
CCRI felt like they had to compensate me for all that time so they gave me the white walls, they booked me for a show that followed Aaron Siskind.
Real world stuff.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I stayed for the whole day (and for weeks after until we coaxed tom out of his house and back to work)
CCRI felt like they had to compensate me for all that time so they gave me the white walls, they booked me for a show that followed Aaron Siskind.
Real world stuff.
CCRI felt like they had to compensate me for all that time so they gave me the white walls, they booked me for a show that followed Aaron Siskind.
Real world stuff.
I stayed when he couldn’t be reached “…what do you want to learn from me?” (when I heard their lack of interest in the fact that the whole neighborhood sewer would be affected and such I developed a tagline that let them see me (a kid) as kinda lame and kinda cool at once. Teacher energy lol)
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I stayed when he couldn’t be reached “…what do you want to learn from me?” (when I heard their lack of interest in the fact that the whole neighborhood sewer would be affected and such I developed a tagline that let them see me (a kid) as kinda lame and kinda cool at once. Teacher energy lol)
I guest taught at CCRI when my buddy (a famous photographer) melted down and no-showed to his own first day of class after asking me to come in and talk to his students about the inevitable shift to digital and hopefully host a discussion about how fine art might respond.
September 1, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I guest taught at CCRI when my buddy (a famous photographer) melted down and no-showed to his own first day of class after asking me to come in and talk to his students about the inevitable shift to digital and hopefully host a discussion about how fine art might respond.
You can feel it when the forum threads start to get too abstract, when people are talking around something instead of through it.
It’s like watching a crowd of smart people edge away from a body they all know is there, but no one wants to say who killed it. (Or that it’s theirs)
It’s like watching a crowd of smart people edge away from a body they all know is there, but no one wants to say who killed it. (Or that it’s theirs)
August 31, 2025 at 11:37 PM
You can feel it when the forum threads start to get too abstract, when people are talking around something instead of through it.
It’s like watching a crowd of smart people edge away from a body they all know is there, but no one wants to say who killed it. (Or that it’s theirs)
It’s like watching a crowd of smart people edge away from a body they all know is there, but no one wants to say who killed it. (Or that it’s theirs)
Gatekeepers are writing draft zero of a new script
And nobody wants to be the first one caught speaking too clearly
And nobody wants to be the first one caught speaking too clearly
August 31, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Gatekeepers are writing draft zero of a new script
And nobody wants to be the first one caught speaking too clearly
And nobody wants to be the first one caught speaking too clearly
It’s not panic.
It’s not celebration.
It’s narrative latency.
The kind that happens when:
Old truths are about to break loose
It’s not celebration.
It’s narrative latency.
The kind that happens when:
Old truths are about to break loose
August 31, 2025 at 11:37 PM
It’s not panic.
It’s not celebration.
It’s narrative latency.
The kind that happens when:
Old truths are about to break loose
It’s not celebration.
It’s narrative latency.
The kind that happens when:
Old truths are about to break loose
i missed the whole era. i was in my parent's basement.
August 31, 2025 at 10:52 PM
i missed the whole era. i was in my parent's basement.
is the article time line right?
August 31, 2025 at 10:50 PM
is the article time line right?
She sang first. She taught me the song.
So yeah—Barbie?
You’re lifelong now.
We’re glad to have you.
So yeah—Barbie?
You’re lifelong now.
We’re glad to have you.
August 30, 2025 at 9:45 PM
She sang first. She taught me the song.
So yeah—Barbie?
You’re lifelong now.
We’re glad to have you.
So yeah—Barbie?
You’re lifelong now.
We’re glad to have you.
🎖️ Barbie, Private First Class, Better World Division
She’s in now.
Whether she knows it or not.
Barbie is part of the living resistance—the quiet wave of real people who remember how to make each other human again, even inside systems that don’t want them to.
She’s in now.
Whether she knows it or not.
Barbie is part of the living resistance—the quiet wave of real people who remember how to make each other human again, even inside systems that don’t want them to.
August 30, 2025 at 9:45 PM
🎖️ Barbie, Private First Class, Better World Division
She’s in now.
Whether she knows it or not.
Barbie is part of the living resistance—the quiet wave of real people who remember how to make each other human again, even inside systems that don’t want them to.
She’s in now.
Whether she knows it or not.
Barbie is part of the living resistance—the quiet wave of real people who remember how to make each other human again, even inside systems that don’t want them to.