Wednesday, December 31, 2008

3D Genetic Algorithms - Abstract Nº72

Glowing objects! Symmetry is good, assymetry is good, everything is good if it glows in the dark.
Happy new year!
This is a fraction of a poem I MUST learn by memory, love it so much! It is supposed to be more proper for Christmas but I prefer it for a new year.

Glow in the dark, people! Empower your purple! Have a great year.



Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.


Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold:
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.


Alfred Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam A.H.H.".

Monday, December 29, 2008

Purple sun

It is not a stroke of genius in life when an eleven year old comes to inspire the very technical solution that no ex-professor could help you to articulate for over two years? All parents should know very well.
Now I can use glowing and transparent objects in 3D, and it is due to a Muse called Annie Kosh.

And purple is the colour of royalty. We all know.
Purple is the less common colour in nature. Purple is the colour of orchids, so it is associated with femineity, and receptivity. It is the colour of heliotropes, which leaves follow the sun; so purple is also associated with masculinity, and activity. Then, in human colour psychology it represents confusion at a certain level; or a perfect blend, a commonality of senses, on a opposed one.
Purple is not a spectral colour, as violet is. So in a deep hue is a colour for mystery, for the enlightenment that follows, and for the final wisdom that lays as a reward.
It is associated with creativity. There is a theory of purple auras belonging to artistic spirits. It is a spiritual colour, it represents spirituality as if it would be opposed to the forces of nature. But as purple is itself the colour of perfect blends, it represents the vibration that blends strong nature forces with intense spiritual ones.
Purple is the colour of royalty. ...And that shade of purple I like the most, the memory of the grapes hanging outside my childhood house, under the purple sun.

Purple—is fashionable twice—
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.

Emily Dickinson, 980.


There is a flower that Bees prefer—
And Butterflies—desire—
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird—aspire—

And Whatsoever Insect pass—
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her—capacity—

Her face be rounder than the Moon
And ruddier than the Gown
Or Orchis in the Pasture—
Or Rhododendron—worn—

She doth not wait for June—
Before the World be Green—
Her sturdy little Countenance
Against the Wind—be seen—

Contending with the Grass—
Near Kinsman to Herself—
For Privilege of Sod and Sun—
Sweet Litigants for Life—

And when the Hills be full—
And newer fashions blow—
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy—

Her Public—be the Noon—
Her Providence—the Sun—
Her Progress—by the Bee—proclaimed—
In sovereign—Swerveless Tune—

The Bravest—of the Host—
Surrendering—the last—
Nor even of Defeat—aware—
What cancelled by the Frost—

Emily Dickinson, "Purple clover". (from "Poems: Three Series, Complete", Part III, XIV).

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Red and blue and blue and red

Last year for Innocents' Day I posted an image, and now wanted to make a 3D version, well this is it. Pasting the text of that previous post:
If you are one of those, like me, who can't take a side on red or blue, this is for you. :-) The image is simply red and blue and blue and red, but not red or blue nor blue or red, nor only red and blue, nor only blue and red, but just red and blue and blue and red. So that's the name.

By the way, have a nice innocents' day.


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Christmas star

At Christmas time from clime to clime
Each star to star doth sweetly chime,
Till all the heavens are ringed with rhyme

Then loosed above, a note thereof
Floats downward like a wandering dove,
And all the world is ringed with Love!

John Bannister Tabb, "A Christmas chime".

EDIT:  and a bluer version, just because:

Christoween life form

Happy Christoween, bitches!

In the "spirit" of the season I send everyone to ***k themselves. ;-) I found this life form on the cristal clear snow, I thought it was a christmas wreath and hung it on my door, it sucked up my relatives brains, and it didn't even got drunk on self-absorption. hihi
Don't come knocking on my door with a freaking christmas carol, this is christoween and you may become a zombie when Munchie (as I call him) drink your brain on the rocks.

"Happy Christmaaas" (with a mocking tone), for the unbelievers. ;-) ...But for real.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Creature of the Light Nº4

One, two, three, four, We don't want your fuckin' war,
A, B, C, D, Get someone else, hey don't get me,
Left, right, left, right, You know the whole damn thing puts me uptight.

Country Joe McDonald, "Kiss my ass".

Saturday, December 20, 2008


This heavy arch reflects a rainbow.

The Lord's arc plows the sphere
And blesses us. In the great pure arc
Are the blessings of the future,
But also my love, my waiting love.

J.L.Borges, from "The Iron Coin".

I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.

Genesis 9:13

As the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud in the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness round about. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the Lord. And when I saw it, I fell upon my face, and I heard a voice of one that spake.

Ezekiel 1:28

Monday, December 15, 2008

Pendant of the spider queen

This was rendered using radiosity, and area lights of course (something geeky for the unbelievers), first ever that I post. The render started december 12 and ended today, too long to repeat this insanity.

As Christmas comes closer, and as I don't feel worst or better than any other day, I still try to embelish my thoughts with edible darkness, just to keep the balance and do not float when I'm lighter.
The heat is striking hard, so the winterly thoughts of Mallarmé are a poor consolation but welcome anyway. I had a good time repeating teenage readings; I think I was a better reader then.

This is not a compliment at all, but a pendant for human arthropodes, asymmetry intended.

I don’t come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir
In your foul tresses a mournful tempest
Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep
Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,
Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,
You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.

For Vice, gnawing this inborn nobleness of mine
Marked me, like you, with its sterility,
But shroud-haunted, pale, destroyed, I flee

While that heart no tooth of any crime
Can wound lives in your breast of stone,
Frightened of dying while I sleep alone.

Stéphane Mallarmé, "Distress".

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Creatures of the Light Nº2 and Nº3

Two organic art creatures, siblings of sleepless nights, text messages, love and books altogether, in a measure of each that only an alchemist should know.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e e cummings, (LVII).

if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one

one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
around we go who)
one's everyanything so

so world is a leaf is a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
around again fly)
forever was never till now

now i love you and you love me
(and books are shutter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we

we're everything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one

e e cummings, (LIV).