Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #109

The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep; A voice out of the silence of the deep, A sound mysteriously multiplied As of a cataract from the mountain's side, Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. So comes to us at times, from the unknown And inaccessible solitudes of being, The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul; And inspirations, that we deem our own, Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing Of things beyond our reason or control. H. W. Longfellow, "The sound of the sea".

2D Abstract #115

I know that the day will come when my sight of this earth shall be lost, and life will take its leave in silence, drawing the last curtain over my eyes. Yet stars will watch at night, and morning rise as before, and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains. When I think of this end of my moments, the barrier of the moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its careless treasures. Rare is its lowliest seat, rare is its meanest of lives. Things that I longed for in vain and things that I got ——let them pass. Let me but truly possess the things that I ever spurned and overlooked. Rabindranath Tagore, "Last curtain".

Mandala #20 (A great day for Freedom)

To the sweet memory I have of the day when the wall in Berlin came down. Twenty years from today. What a day. Play the song and rejoice in the memory, before thinking we have some other ones to take care of, as in Israel and the mexican border. On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived On the day the wall came down The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my side No warmth, not even pride remained And even though you needed me It was clear that I could not do a thing for you Now life devalues day by day As friends and neighbors turn away And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone Now frontiers shift like desert sands While nations wash their bloodied hands Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey I woke to the sound of drums The music played, the morning sun streamed in I turned and I looked at you And all but the bitter residues slipped away... slipped away Pink Floyd, "A great day for Freedom".

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #108

To Will Duffy. This is the best I could do working with cubes, and had to tamper with the lights, reflections and background to be able to like it. This is a representation of the shape of my brain when I don't want to understand, see? Thinking "inside the box". Square. :-) You take a piece of stone chisel it with blood, grind it with Homer’s eye, burnish it with beams until the cube comes out perfect. Next you endlessly kiss the cube with your mouth, with others’ mouths, and, most important, with infanta’s mouth. Then you take a hammer and suddenly knock a corner off. All, indeed absolutely all will say what a perfect cube this would have been if not for the broken corner Nichita Stanescu, "A lecture on the cube".

Mandala #19

To the memory of the moment when I had a poem dedicated to me, by Russ Loar. Below. for Cristian 1. Love Is Easy Unlike philosophy, Love is easy, Actual. You wake up each morning And joy fills your heart Because someone you love will say, “I love you,” Before the day is through, And you will hold each other close In a moment of eternity. 2. Love Is Hard Unlike philosophy, Love is hard, Actual. You wake up each morning And pain fills your heart Because someone you love has said, “I don’t love you,” And all day long You will feel wounded and empty, Hoping it won’t last forever. 3. Love Is Mysterious Unlike philosophy, Love is mysterious, Ethereal. You wake up each morning And both joy and pain fill your heart Because you ache to say, “I love you,” If only you could find someone Before the end of another lonely day And see the dream awaken. Russ Loar, "Love is not philosophy".

Species of the dark #13

A return to a reading of my teenage years, when I was deeply concerned about the hurting of wars; like now, but, well... [...] Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds! These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem, Too gentle reader! and most shocking sounds: And so they are; yet thus is Glory's dream Unriddled, and as my true Muse expounds At present such things, since they are her theme, So be they her inspirers! Call them Mars, Bellona, what you will--they mean but wars. All was prepared--the fire, the sword, the men To wield them in their terrible array. The army, like a lion from his den, March'd forth with nerve and sinews bent to slay,-- A human Hydra, issuing from its fen To breathe destruction on its winding way, Whose heads were heroes, which cut off in vain Immediately in others grew again. History can only take things in the gross; But could we know them in detail, perchance In balancing the profit and the loss, War's merit it by no means might enhance, To waste so much gold for a little dross, As hath been done, mere conquest to advance. The drying up a single tear has more Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore. [...] Lord Byron, "Don Juan" (VIII)

Mandala #18

On the memory of a sweet afternoon, when I watched the sea at Coney Island, and my gratefulness to Catalina. The fitting song is by Death Cab for Cutie. Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light Everything was closed at Coney Island And I could not help from smiling I can hear the Atlantic echo back Roller coaster screams from summers past And everything was closed at Coney Island And I could not help from smiling Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually And everyone will go except me Death Cab for Cutie, "Coney Island". Play the song with this widget:

2D Abstract #114

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Stolen again

The yearly custom of breaking into my house and stealing everything from me is back. This time I WON'T delay my posts a single minute due to this. I don't know why, but it's a matter of pride somehow now. The images will keep flowing and my way of flowing through life must be improved by complications like this one. So this post was made to be unimportant very soon, like all that was stolen. Lucky for me, no present or anything close to my heart was taken, but just stuff, and a bit of work and images. DaFrog Schwarzenegger says I'll -Be -Back ...rrright away. I love all my admirable and friendly visitors, no matter wether I know how to express it or not.

Genetic Algorithms - 3D abstract #107

A little image for a minimalistic and lovely song in a teenage style, by The Arrogants, in a meteoric rising to the number one of the Frog Billboard; the most played on every amphibious iPod. do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there i open the door and i see your face drop, you think so much and love so little it's just like before, maybe i've seen your love stop, one too many times do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there s'always something new, can't you just forgive me laugh at my flaws and find me charming, we don't need to talk, just shut up and kiss me do you love me, do you need me, do you want me when i'm not there do you miss me, are you ever thinking of me, do you want me when i'm not there do you love me, do you need me, do you miss me i spent my whole life thinking of you, never mind what i intended to do, waited my whole life just for you now i don't know where to find you, the distance between us hides you The Arrogants, "The distance between us". Play the song with this widget: