When genetic fractals mate: select the fittest and cross-breed

You may have had the impression that “genetic” in “genetic fractals” was just a conceptual term to convey a notion that these fractals have a link with life. Actually, these fractals are build on a genetic code that is mathematical

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The awesomeness of being lost

The lack of activity on this blog – this my third post in 2016 – only means one thing: huge activity elsewhere. I have slowed down on searching for great ideas, inspiration, happiness, friendship, love and understanding life. Instead, I concentrate hard on getting lost.

Just like that

Blue chandelier made with blue neon wire, power LEDs and golden pearls. [designed with and by genetic fractals]

The end of the year is always a time for finishing things to make space for new ideas. I’ve been meaning to create a new collection of genetic fractal images and designs. I’ve got lots of plans for 2015 so I’d better finish up on that collection. I’ll putting these up here and if I’m inspired, I might even say a thing or two.

A story of aesthetic design

Shadow Tree “Ombrier I” in action

As I explore the nature of genetic fractals, I discover new angles that have me in awe. Recently I’ve been forcing myself to use them for designing ordinary objects, as opposed to exotic and bizarre things like the Shadow Tree (or worse!)

Seeing infinity

You may recall a post about me being lost in the woods of mathematics of genetic fractals and after finding my way out, I reported excitedly about some abstract findings.

Preludes to now

genetic fractals: table and lamp (more info below)

I’m waiting to meet a couple of management consultants at Geneva airport. That leaves me a few minutes to write and escape the wait. ‘Waiting’ is a loaded state, it triggers random scenes from the past. One moment I’m thumbing my old blackberry and the next moment I am at a bus shelter in Indonesia, sitting on the floor, leaning against my backpack.

Genetic fractals…

Let me take you for a tour in my laboratory, which happens to be located in the recesses of a confused mind. If you feel nausea anytime, please step aside, take a few deep breaths and continue the tour. We’ll wait. In any case, I blame David Yerle for waking up this monster that was sleeping quietly at my feet. In fairness, I brought it on myself with yesterdays post.