
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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- The Laughter
- Burning the papers of my life
- The stare of others
- The scream
- Regatta 2
- Blonde under black silk sheets.
- Lotus flower
- Bus stop
- The Hammer Thrower
- Arborescent structure (wood in the blood flow)
- Mathematical freezing
- Dreadful bud of the solar flower
- Regatta
- Glance through the blinds of the fatigue
- Continuous flower.
- Explosion over the skull of the world
- Dawn on the freezed planet
- The Morning Star Daemon
- The Phantom of the Opera
- Beam of fire in Polyphemus eye
- Atlas holding up the vault of the vast sky.
- Machete duel, sound of the drum, and six senses in...
- At the surgery table.
- Ribcage.
- The anger of the colours.
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4 comments:
Exactly what I wanted to do yesterday at work or cry.. Either one would have made me feel better.
:-) My friend...
I can see the outline of a dancer's body. The colors are her dress folding and unwrapping as she twists and turns on the ballroom floor.
Indeed; you reveal that to me in the face of the person screaming; and your sight is nicely more optimistic.
Thank you Stacey, I appreciate that very much.
...in fact, I'm considerating if I call it the dancer from now on...
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