Mud fails to touch and soil its perfect hue.
A gentleman lives up to its proud name.
Wind wafts its scent on quiet moonlit nights.
Its wealth is purity, unmatched by all
Nguyen Trai, "The lotus".
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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- Prism VI
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- Butterfly born from a dream
- Red and blue and blue and red
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- Flower of ten petals (and II)
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3 comments:
In the winter what I want the most is color - and after that, flowers.
thank you for your blog.
C
PS And don't blush but I think your new photo is nice. viva Marcelo!
The blank canvas of winter can't wait for the metaphysical colours of your heart.
Thank _you_ for that. ;-)
I still blush, Marcelo doesn't :-D
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