Velho-novo coração
Sem me importar no traquejo de meu coração. É assim que quero esse canto, de meus cantos e desencantos.
Sem filtro e sem pudor, escrito com letras de línguas.
Sem preemptivas meras, palavras muitas. Mesmo sem sujeito, me lerão o peito. Miocárdio. Onde o sexo é o verbo, sístole e diástole: predicados.
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Photo reblogged from Architizer
A seemingly floating point cloud above a water pond and consisting of 12,000 translucent spheres marks the heart of the installation. Due to a complex computer algorithm the spheres are arranged seemingly random within the cloud. At the same time the algorithm observes the positions and projection angles of eight high-speed laser projectors that are being arranged around the artwork. They are sending out beams scanning through the arrangement of the cloud. Generating bright and dim light points, this creates a highly organic and natural distribution of voxels (3D pixels).
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Photo reblogged from Jessica's Sexy Stuff
