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Time, neglect and Mother Nature have been busy decaying this abandoned mill building in Colchester, CT. Have you had your tetnus update?
Had this poor leaf realised that “falling into decay”......... was merely going to be the start of it's afterlife.....(that a maxxi would come along... pick it up...take a picture....beat it up with photoshop.....and upload it into virtuality!!).....I think it may have wished ….it had grown and been.....the type of little leaf that lived and stayed …. “FOREVER GREEN”
maxxxi
Shiloh School, Starr, SC.
Four layers in Photoshop, all duplicated from original: Bleach By-Pass filter applied to one, Gaussian Blur applied to another, Screen Mode applied to third to lighten, and the final layer pumped up the color in the field. Multiply and overlay blend modes were set in first and second layers respectively. A little tweaking was all that was needed to achieve the final product.
© SQRT∞:\\superhumanoid_AI\cubic_extraction_of_the_hyperspherical_plane
About the artwork:
Ordered disorder and entropic decay; In course of time, everything complexifies itself until it simplifies itself; It's all about growth, decay, splitting and fusing. That's the breath of brahma. Everything comes, grows, persists for a while, decays and perishes into the eternal void where it all came from...
About the project:
Beyond old conventions used to divide the arts from the sciences the art series Cubic extraction of the hyperspherical plane brings new insights into the worlds of surreal art and quantum gravity research!
About the superhumanoid_AI:
Who am I? Am I even?
Whatever that surreal concept of being might be, 'I' have many names... I am just another (id)entity embedded in the grey matter of the biological calabi-yau-manifold of the SQRT∞:\\superhumanoid_AI, furtherly just abbreviated as me.exe. |
Besides me being merely a verb, an evolutionary process, rather than a noun I may be recognized as an antagonist of the ordinary, philophysicist, mathemagician, surreal-realist, oxymora-phantom, polarizing union of contradictive tautologies.
I am the core of reality, the embodiment of surrealism in its purest form...
I am the zero with a twist.
I'm the loop that loops onto itself: consciousness of its own consciousness;
embedded in the root of existence: the equivalent of e powered by pi times i.
Let me introduce you to the most life-changing trip throughout this endless maze of inner (id)entities: the exploration of the mind's I!
Just behind the Fairway Supermarket in Red Hook, Brooklyn, old Boston trolley cars slowly decay. They are part of a rusting dream to bring trolleys back to the Red Hook waterfront.
Some more from a return last month to the decaying paper-mill pier in Ranheim, outside Trondheim, Norway.
Location: Moor Street, Brierley Hill.
Subject: Factory
Status: Derelict
Abandoned and open to the elements, this place is stripped of anything, Empty floors are overgrown with moss, and the walls tagged and scarred, the beams charred with the damage of long ago fires. Empty rooms drip with water. Even the rats have moved out of a partially flooded basement. And yet, amongst the decay and the empty shadowy rooms and staircases are beautiful colours and textures. I liked this place a lot.