Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #105

Maybe this grows in the swamp where the swamp creature lives, in any case, I use it to justify another great song by my admired Mountain Goats. Play it down below.



Got out of bed, could not remember my own name
Condemned to walk the soil amongst all creatures wild and tame
Go where I go, do what I must
Crawl starving on my belly
Licking up the dry dust

I See the light in your window
Ride the elevator to the sixth floor
Stand with my arms at my sides as you open up the door
But I’m out of my element I can’t breathe
I’m out of my element
I can’t breathe

Alone with your bathroom mirror
Try to get my head straight
Breathe on the glass and wait for it to clear
Clean slate

Meet up with you in the kitchen
Where the air is hot and dry
Open up all the faucets
Be fruitful and multiply

I stand where the flashing swords gleam
And I try to shake my head clear of the dream
But I’m out of my element I can’t breathe
I’m out of my element
I can’t breathe

I start to sweat I can’t cool down
I’m scared of all the strangers in this town
I try to tell you just why I’ve come
It’s like I’ve got molasses on my tongue

I made it through town somehow
But who’s going to save me now?
I’m out of my element I can’t breathe
I’m out of my element
I can’t breathe


The Mountain Goats, "How to embrace a swamp creature". Play the song with this widget:

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #104

Maybe I found this creature in the craters on the moon; maybe that's the reason for the added song by The Mountain Goats, but please, please, do yourself a great favour: pay real deep attention to this band, not this song only; they have many other good ones... in the last weeks, John Darnielle became a new hero to me, and that always takes years to happen, but the guy achieved it with the listening of one of his albums only. I play it on ten.



If the strain proves too much
Give up right away
If the light hurts your eyes
Stay in your room all day

When the room fills with smoke
Lie down on the floor
In the declining years
Of the long war

Well the blood's in the water
And the shark's gonna come
And we swim in the dark
Until our bodies are numb

Blind desert rats in the moonlight
Too far from shore
In the declining years
Of the long war

Empty room with a lightbulb
Where the phone starts to ring
Everybody gets nervous
Nobody says anything

The next day someone's initials
Show up on the door
I think I'm gonna crack
Can't live like this anymore

Ugly things in the darkness
Worse things in store
In the declining years
Of the long war


The Mountain Goats, "In the craters on the moon". Play the song with this widget:

Friday, September 25, 2009

Specie of the dark #10

I'm posting very good songs lately. This one is some inner, dark, philistine beast of this poor thin man; that's the reason for the Bob Dylan song to play down there.



You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?


Bob Dylan, "Ballad of a thin man". Play the song with this widget:

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Mandalas #9 & 10

Two mandalas under the dark light of mediocre ground; that's the reason for the Belle And Sebastian song to play down there.





Sunbeam shone, mousy girl on the end pew
You'd stay home, oh, if only they'd let you
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie

Municipal pool, you're a junior life saver
But your friends are all serious ravers
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie
Reading Judy Blume
But you came too soon

You're too tall, much too tall for a boyfriend
They run and hide, from your buckteeth and split ends
Don't be scared, like the books you've read
You're the heroine
You'll be doing fine

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Bestowing the memory of good and evil
On the ones you left behind
The heartless swine

And you love like nobody around you
How you love, and a halo surrounds you
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie
In the Autumn cool
Say cheerio to school

Listen dear, I've been watching you lately
If I said all these things you would hate me
Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie
At the church bazaar
I nearly went too far

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Give yourself up to the allure of
Catcher in the Rye
The future's swathed in Stars and Stripes

Wouldn't you like to get away?
Kerouac's beckoning with open arms
And open roads of eucalyptus
Westward bound


Belle And Sebastian, "Le Pastie de la Bourgeoisie". Play the song with this widget:

Monday, September 21, 2009

International day of peace 2009

An image by me and a song by The Innocence Mission, to say goodbye to the cold winter, and to welcome the springtime in Argentina, and the International Day of Peace. May peace bloom and prevail on earth.



Sweep down early, Tomorrow, come.
Ring out. Tell me you have arrived.
I will kiss all the faces of my beloved ones.
I will meet the morning.
Sweep down early, my friend.

Flower forth, all you branches of Easter.
Why won't the spring come?
Sweep down early, Tomorrow, come.
Tell me that I can just start over again.
Sweep down early, my friend.

And we will go somewhere now.
And it feels like we can go
in the morning. When the morning comes.


The Innocence Mission, "Sweep down early". Play the song with this widget:

Friday, September 18, 2009

Specie of the dark #9

This one got away from an evil lab, that's the reason for the song to play down there, by Built To Spill.



They got the things that they wanted
Forgot the things that they say
They got the things that they came for
And they got away

And then they say:
We would never harm no one
Intelligence we received was wrong

Only a fool takes power at its word

They got the things that they wanted
Forgot the things that they say
They got the things that they came for
And they got away

And then they say:
We would never harm no one
We would only strategically bomb

All of humanity hangs by a thread

They got the things that they wanted
Forgot the things that they say
They got the things that they came for
And they got away

And then they say:
We would never appease no one
We negotiate with gods

Jesus would hate what they've done with this world


Built To Spill, "They Got Away". Play the song with this widget:

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

2D Abstracts #106, 107, 108, 109 & 110

Since all this comes from my handpocket, that's the name of the song to play down there.









Put your hand in my back pocket
As if it were your own back pocket
Sing with me, Bri (Laa Daa Daa)
Cause singin' makes me wanna do it (Thank you)

Skate with me (her) to the place where
I (she) once met with mortal danger
The ice was thin and I fell through it
And when I got out I was panicked
And when I'm panicked I can't skate, no no no
When I got out the bruises on my knees were enormous

Once my dad took me ice fishing
I was cold and bored and found myself wish that I was
Doing anything else but ice fishing
So I wondered away with my head in outer space
I feel into a hole my dad had drilled into the lake
When he pulled me my dad's friends could not stop laughing
I almost died it was so embarrassing
But I'm alive so you can fall in love with me

So put put put put
Put your hand in my back pocket
As if it were your own back pocket
Sing with me, Bri (Laa Daa Daa)
Cause singin' makes me wanna do it

Ski with me (her) to the place where
I (she) once met with mortal danger
I fell in front of a big snow plower
And the truck was going to run me over
And if my dad had not pulled me out of the way
I would not be here to be in love with you today

So put put put put
Put your hand in my back pocket
As if it were your own back pocket
Sing with me, Bri (Laa Daa Daa)
Cause singin' makes me wanna do it


Best Friends Forever, "Handpocket". Play the song with this widget:

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Specie of the dark #8

The endurance of darkness is preparation for great light.


St. John of the Cross, "Dark Night of the Soul".



I'm adding a song from the Frogboard top 50: Soko, "Shitty day", play it with the widget here below:



I hate myself today.
I don't know what's happening to me.
I hate my face today.
I think I look so shitty.

I have some spot everywhere.
And I'm not even shaved.
My hair all greasy.
I look disgusting.

My eyes are glued.
My lips are chapped.
My legs are prickling.
And plus I'm stinky today.

How can I date someone with a face like that?
I know you're gonna dump me again,
And I am gonna cry.

Cause you want a perfect girl,
And I'm not what you expect.
You want a perfect girl,
And I look shitty today.

Maybe I should put some makeup,
And find some crazy outfits.
But I am very tired today
And I don't care if I'm not pretty.

Should be like these girls,
Skinny and great all the time.
I'm still wearing my slippers
And eat all the candies at home.

I should sleep more,
And stop going out everyday.
I should focus more,
And stop complaining today.

Tell me, How can I date someone with a face like that?
I know you're gonna dump me again,
And I am gonna cry.

Cause you want a perfect girl,
And I'm not so perfect.
You want a perfect girl,
And I look shitty today.

Tell me, how can I date someone with a face like that?
I know you're gonna dump me,
And I'm gonna cry.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #103 (No background)

I repost this image, with a null background, because for the first time in a long while, I'm slightly proud of the final result with this creature.
After several intents to combine textures, colours and shapes, and after the 12 hours of the final render, what took me to pick this creature was the final sense of fragility of the very light bones under a transparent skin; it indeed looked as a fragile being to me.



When I saw this entity after the first draft, I needed to give to the image a background that wasn't a big contrast in colour or shape, but one that was organically combined; an environment created to preserve its frail nature from alteration, from temptation, from damage. And that was the image on the previous post.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #103

For some time, I'll be posting some random music to play, just to feel a minor change.



He says he wants to buy a metal shade
which they’ll never collide
she fills the room with dark blades of grass
that she couldn’t revive

the plastic trees of the wasted time
on a winter’s end are fading her mind
the crucifix on the liquor’s blue
hits the comforting of a transparent life

What twenty years at last will give?
She can’t make him stop
she can’t make her stop but he knows she will

she’s filtering the pastor’s truth
he’s fingering with her feelings’ glue
but the frequency could make’em stop
(this knot is standin’ still)


Giardini Di Mirò, "The Comforting Of A Transparent Life". Play it with this widget:

Friday, September 04, 2009

Evil eye



There is a house that most of all on earth I hate.
Though I have passed through many sorrows and have been
In bloody fields, sad seas, and countries desolate,
Yet most I fear that empty house where the grasses green
Grow in the silent court the gaping flags between,
And down the moss-grown paths and terrace no man treads
Where the old, old weeds rise deep on the waste garden beds.
Like eyes of one long dead the empty windows stare
And I fear to cross the garden, I fear to linger there,
For in that house I know a little, silent room
Where Someone’s always waiting, waiting in the gloom
To draw me with an evil eye, and hold me fast—
Yet thither doom will drive me and He will win at last.


C. S. Lewis, "Alexandrines".

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Genetic Algorithms - 3D Abstract #102



I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus' garden in the shade

I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus' garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade.

We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus' garden near a cave

We would sing and dance around
because we know we can't be found
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden in the shade

We would shout and swim about
The coral that lies beneath the waves
(Lies beneath the ocean waves)
Oh what joy for every girl and boy
Knowing they're happy and they're safe
(Happy and they're safe)

We would be so happy you and me
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus' garden with you.


Ringo Starr, "Octopus's garden". Play the song with this widget:

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