Snowflake

Cold, very cold. Then, the 9th of july, and now. Frozen nights, and fog in the mornings. Few people outdoors, I start to bore and work indoors; soon will have another version of my software, even knowing how lousy programmer I am (my professors are helping me now in the winter vacations here); then what? I'm in need of a perpetual summer, I feel I'm getting old. :-) Anyway, there is always something to do at home.



I think the soft borders of this snowflake image is the best achieved with GA's; that is not common, at least with my soft. Took time to render; it is made by "microscopic" hexagons, and I abused of the Function3D to improve the reflecting glass effect, like I did in Uraeus vitreaux.

Until next one :-)

Cloak of argentinian sea and sky.

Today, 9th of July, is the argentinian independence day. Cyan and white are the flag colours.
The image lacks work. Wanted to show some flag movement and sea waves, plus a black stormy future colour. So it lacks work to achieve that; GA's are not very friendly to work on images.

I'll be off the blog for a while.

EDIT: And it is snowing hard over the whole country now for the first time in a hundred years! I hope my plane can take off anyway.

Cheers.

Flower of fire

Image completely made by IGA tech, as always.
Very recommendable authour and poem. Please, don't lose this one, in its complete version.

[...]

Me, most forsaken of all souls that fell;
Me, satiated with things insatiable;
Me, for whose sake the extreme hell makes mirth,
Yea, laughter kindles at the heart of hell.

Alas thy beauty! for thy mouth's sweet sake
My soul is bitter to me, my limbs quake
As water, as the flesh of men that weep,
As their heart's vein whose heart goes nigh to break.

[...]

For I came home right heavy, with small cheer,
And lo my love, mine own soul's heart, more dear
Than mine own soul, more beautiful than God,
Who hath my being between the hands of her --

Fair still, but fair for no man saving me,
As when she came out of the naked sea
Making the foam as fire whereon she trod,
And as the inner flower of fire was she.

[...]

Algernon Swinburne, "Laus Veneris".

Incoming train

Have been dreaming of blinding light sources, strong mirror reflections, suns, train lights coming to hit me; and reminded the end of Leo Tolstoy, at the Astapovo station. And wanted to mix both lights, the train coming, and that one final light people say they see, when in near-death experiences. In some (rapid) hours of evolving images I ended this nightly image to conjure the nightmares.

Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell:
No God, no Demon of severe response,
Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell.
Then to my human heart I turn at once.
Heart! Thou and I are here sad and alone;
I say, why did I laugh! O mortal pain!
O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,
To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain.
Why did I laugh? I know this Being's lease,
My fancy to its utmost blisses spreads;
Yet would I on this very midnight cease,
And the worlds's gaudy ensigns see in shreds;
Verse, Fame, and Beauty are intense indeed,
But Death intenser —Death is Life's high meed.

John Keats, "Why did I laugh".

Ghost african masks

Everyone knows african masks have strongly influenced avant-garde art of the early 20th-century.
I felt I had to do something with my interest in those, the result was not good enough, but funny, some kind of involuntary disrespect. This convoluted "ghost african masks", are the result of the mix of my fear (yes) and admiration of the liberian Dan masks, with the colourful of Congo's M'Teke masks. Really, the Dan masks scare me.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right

George Harrison, "Here comes the sun".

Half-orange sun

Mmh, my childhood... oranges and sun and Miguel Hernández poetry of social commitment, love, oranges and sun. :-) Melancholic and unique poet; reading of my sunny nap time under a tree, never slept, while the neighborhood was in silence.

It is somewhat striking to think I am using genetic algorithms for this, while those are mostly for adaptive heuristic search methods, or models for systems-learning deriving its behavior from, some way, the processes of evolution in nature. Strange "paintbrush" :-)

The solar orange went out nicely to my taste. (BTW, another untranslatable: Half-orange is a wordplay here to deepen a meaning and a symbol, in english means "better half", which in english doesn't allude to the poet "orange heart" nor the sunny girl at the same time; in spanish this is easier). The Hernández sonnet is really cool.
This image is "Sol de media naranja".

Rainy eyes that showers
you make me suffer: rainy solitudes,
balconies of harsh storms
that there are in my adolescent heart.

Heart every more frequent day
in idolizing to raise cities
of love that falls of all my ages
babylonianly and fatally.

My heart, my eyes without consolation,
metropolis of shady atmosphere
spent by a plaintive river.

Eyes to see and to not enjoy the sky,
orange heart every day,
if more aged, more flavorful.

Miguel Hernández, Sonnet 27.

Fire and ice

Lo, now the dead volcano Night
In silence cold
Throbs; and the prisoned lava, long controlled,
Bursts forth in molten gold—
A torrent mightier far than rolled
From Ætna or Vesuvius of old,
Or ever prophet, on the sacred height
Of song, foretold.

John B. Tabb, The Dawn-Burst

Flower of fire and frost

Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That's all.

Richard Brautigan, Deer tracks.

Bursting flower

Well, one simple image and symbol, a bursting flower in the night. If that is no clear enough, :-) here it is Thomas McDonagh:

O bursting bud of joy
I pluck thee in thy flower!
Fast I plant thee in my breast
To bloom and bloom for ever.

I lived without thee long,
Lonesome my life without thee.
Lightly blossom in my breast,
O flower mine, for ever!

Thomas McDonagh, "O Bursting Bud Of Joy".