I’d draw it out as such: Less is More More is Less Less is Less More is More So, Less is More implies expansive properties coming from viewer participation. More is Less implies clutter makes it difficult for viewer to participate and may obscure meaning or make viewer disinterested. (no focus / focus is scattered). Less is Less and More is More is what it is. Got less, get less. Got more, get more.

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The fastest sense to reach our attention facilities is sound. We react too slowly to light. Sound is physical-electrical. Waves hit eardrum, moving hammers, down cochlea from high to low frequency, physically buzzing sympathetic hairs, instantly converting to electrical signals. 50ms later (20 hertz – familiar? It should be), the ALR (auditory late response), then between 135-175 ms (a length of 40ms), the MMN (Mismatch Negativity) which gauges whether you’re hearing the same sound or something novel. All technically pre-attentive. But it’s a funny thing: Musicians can have attentive access even at the MMN stage of awareness, long before the P400 (400ms which is where the fully formed grammatical system is ready, where you can think, “Ew, I don’t like that”), and certainly by the P300 (300ms), which is either considered pre-attentive or attentive depending on how you look at it.

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I can. I’ve spent such a long time not talking about it that I just don’t. I don’t have a diagnosis; closest I had to any kind was “Generalized Anxiety Disorder” as a kid to which I had biofeedback and guided meditation training from a psychiatrist at age 11 (around 1983). Hooked up to a computer to control the noises and images it presented by using my feelings. It helped and helps as I use its techniques to cope. So, I think consequently, computers have become my main communication outlet. Online since 1989, never looked back. At the time, autism was kids spinning plates. I related strongly to those kids and couldn’t understand the “normal parents” and medical community who were baffled in these tv dramas. I understood them. I know why they spun the plates and what they experience. Still not diagnosed. I see things about Aspergers and High functioning autism. I know I’m in there. But my thinking is constrained by the influence of Carl Sagan as a kid — this skepticism and extreme care with words and meaning – and some things are hard to be precise to put into words. I’m slow to accept labels. I’ll identify as ADHD (ADD) variety and that was a long road. It was only until I saw a chapter in a book about ADHD that mentioned hyperfocus that I knew I could accept such a label. For now, I still say “I’m probably autistic spectrum”. Care with words. So difficult. Can I relate? Oh yes. Imagine every line you see is a circle turned on its side, containing more than you can see directly in a direction your visual systems can’t detect but your mind knows is there. Imagine looking into a crack and watching it open wide, all the fractures and details exposing in a super zoom. Gaps fascinate me. Interfaces fascinate me. SO much in there.I can. I’ve spent such a long time not talking about it that I just don’t. I don’t have a diagnosis; closest I had to any kind was “Generalized Anxiety Disorder” as a kid to which I had biofeedback and guided meditation training from a psychiatrist at age 11 (around 1983). Hooked up to a computer to control the noises and images it presented by using my feelings. It helped and helps as I use its techniques to cope. So, I think consequently, computers have become my main communication outlet. Online since 1989, never looked back. At the time, autism was kids spinning plates. I related strongly to those kids and couldn’t understand the “normal parents” and medical community who were baffled in these tv dramas. I understood them. I know why they spun the plates and what they experience. Still not diagnosed. I see things about Aspergers and High functioning autism. I know I’m in there. But my thinking is constrained by the influence of Carl Sagan as a kid — this skepticism and extreme care with words and meaning – and some things are hard to be precise to put into words. I’m slow to accept labels. I’ll identify as ADHD (ADD) variety and that was a long road. It was only until I saw a chapter in a book about ADHD that mentioned hyperfocus that I knew I could accept such a label. For now, I still say “I’m probably autistic spectrum”. Care with words. So difficult. Can I relate? Oh yes. Imagine every line you see is a circle turned on its side, containing more than you can see directly in a direction your visual systems can’t detect but your mind knows is there. Imagine looking into a crack and watching it open wide, all the fractures and details exposing in a super zoom. Gaps fascinate me. Interfaces fascinate me. SO much in there.

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