visione trasversale /sideways gaze

A poem is not made of words.

A.i. is creative if - and only if - you don't search beyond the surface of things; in facts a.i. ends where art starts: with a recombination of signs. That act of recombining is driven on the human side by curiosity, pleasure and by a stubborn selection of models; while on the machine side, by algorithms and statistics on the widest possible models, spiced up with stocastic and fuzzy aromas to simulate some human feel.

In terms of motive, it's a couple of decades ahead of Friedlander, although slightly off-center, in terms of approach.

If it wasn't for him, photos like this one would have never made it to the fore...

an immortal gesture (I only object against the bokeh looking a bit phoney)

Prima di vantarvi di quando prendevate 9 in italiano...

The Blumes are always worth it.

From the age of 6 I had a mania for drawing the shapes of things. When I was 50 I had published a universe of designs. But all I have done before the the age of 70 is not worth bothering with. At 75 I'll have learned something of the pattern of nature, of animals, of plants, of trees, birds, fish and insects. When I am 80 you will see real progress. At 90 I shall have cut my way deeply into the mystery of life itself. At 100, I shall be a marvelous artist. At 110, everything I create; a dot, a line, will jump to life as never before. To all of you who are going to live as long as I do, I promise to keep my word. I am writing this in my old age. I used to call myself Hokusai, but today I sign my self 'The Old Man Mad About Drawing.

"it ain't watcha write, it's the way atcha write it" Jack Kerouac

“As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.”

«Per quanto riusciamo a discernere, l'unica motivazione dell'esistenza umana è quella di accendere una fiammella di significatività nell'oscurità della mera esistenza.»

"We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories."