Once, I had an obsession for writing, it lasted ten years so it was serious; it drove me to a destructive way of life I wanted to get out to live free, it took a couple of years, so I was pretty hooked. I had to put a lot of mind strength in the task (among others, beside the point). But finally I did it, and burnt all my papers. This image is a personal memorial to my victory, me in the upper left sending papers to the fire: "Burning the papers of my life".
All IGA work, like always.
Un blog donde las matemáticas están fortalecidas por la genética para lograr la creatividad computacional que se cruza con el arte.
No hay fractales aquí, sino genética y arte generativo.
[A blog where math is empowered by genetics to achieve computational creativity that intersects with the arts.
A combination of natural selection and computers, somehow. --Not fractals here, but genetics and generative art.
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1 comment:
In fact that was one of the problems: too much drowning. :-)
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