Jan 27, 2017 - 0 Comments - Uncategorized -

Nighttime travels

The program Fractal Vizion does a thousand and one things.  One of my favorites that I wrote about way back in 2006 was the random landscape function.  It creates a random landscape.

It’s the automatic palette generator that really completes the effect coloring the “sea” and the “land” in just the right mysterious way.  I added something else; I substituted black for the sky color instantly turning the land into a glowing moonlight landscape under a starless sky.  It was a minor tweak.  Inspired by the automatic machinery’s artistry.

The sea is more sand like now and looks to be bathed in purple moonlight.  The dreaming has started.

I don’t care much for the sky here, but the green washboard sand and moon like mountains make me want to stay on this voyage.

Windswept rock now and light green plains.  I like how the language of landscape is so easily spoken by the algorithm.

Every shore is different and even every part of the sand sea unique if you look.  There’s nothing else to do but look.

A golden sea in middle of the night.  In the day time it will look darker.  I think Fractal Vizion was intended to be a fractal program.  Or am I dreaming?

One of my favorites.  Clearly this is sea but the sea looks map-like.  I always think of the Island of Doctor Moreau when I look at this one.  It even inspired me to create a completely new website and call it, “The Art Gallery of Doctor Moreau”.

Same color palette.  I had to save the original one and then apply it to this image.  The program likes to create a completely new one each time.  I have to tell it to slow down.

Back into moonlight and the deserted, forgotten places of the Persian desert.  I’m sure it was somewhere around here that Sindbad used the rocs to pick up diamonds for him.  Mining is often the only industry in beautiful wastelands like this.

Is there a whirlpool in the blue sand out there?  Sun is shining from somewhere.  Perhaps this is no longer the Earth.

Another dream, another color.  I never tire of these; it’s like going for a walk on a magic carpet.

The perfect palette: colorful but silent.

Here it is again.  The palette is like a set of genes and gives the image the eyes of its father.

Or the colored contact lenses of its father.  Analogies are hard to come by in the synthetic kingdom.

This is new: an archipelago.  When the water is frozen and covered with wind blown snow, its a new kind of desert.

The sand grows out of the land and just sits there.

Notice the difference when the sea is the horizon and not the land.  The eye is drawn to it in a primordial way as Herman Melville in Moby Dick says, “Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?- Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.”

“Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it.”

The best assessment of synthetic art I’ve ever heard is by myself (I think I’m the only one who talks about it): It never rivals the greatest artists but it always rivals the average ones.