Digital Art with Creative Coding

Pera Adult

  • October 14, 2024 / 19:00

Can we make art on a computer? This question has excited many artists over the years and led to the creation of a wide range of artworks with coding, from simple geometric shapes to images that move with artificial intelligence. In the workshop, participants experience recreating the works of Vera Molnár, one of the pioneers of algorithmic art, by adding their interpretations. Creating random colors and symmetries on a digital canvas, participants explore the sources of creativity in art through programming.

Note: Participants are not expected to have prior programming knowledge. The p5.js programming language will be used online, and there is no need for participants to install any programs on their tablets or computers.

Instructor: Tuğçe Bilgin Sonay
Capacity
: 20 people
Duration: 90 minutes
Fee per workshop: 200 TL

The event will take place online via Zoom.

About Tuğçe Bilgin Sonay
After completing her Ph.D. in computational biology, she became an instructor at Columbia University in New York. In addition to coding, science, and yoga classes, she also teaches creative coding at Pratt Institute, one of the world's leading art schools.

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