http://www.lactamme.polytechnique.fr/
Abstract: The human intelligence and in particular its creative potential seems to be, for many scientists, made of processes that cannot be automated by the means of a computer.
(...)
Keywords: accumulation, brain, chaos, conformal mapping, convolution, creativity, Fast Fourier Transform, fractal geometry.
(...)
Whether the human brain is a machine or not is one of the oldest questions posed by human beings. Two answers are given: yes and no, neither being scientifically justified. My personal view about this question is that the brain is a machine that constantly receives external data (by the means, for example, of the visual system), transforms, processes and memorizes it, and then produces output at the muscular level (to walk, to talk,...). Creativity could then be the "simple" result of numerous combinations and transformations of former memorized data thus giving birth, from time to time, to very surprising new data...



A tribute to Sandro Botticelli [Un hommage à Sandro Botticelli].
Two alternative monodimensional 'quasi-continuous' cellular automata [Deux automates cellulaires 'quasi-continus' monodimensionnels alternatifs]
Tridimensional display of the evolution of a bidimensional binary cellular automaton with 1 white starting central point [Visualisation tridimensionnelle de l'évolution d'un automate cellulaire binaire bidimensionnel élémentaire avec 1 point central de départ blanc].











No Title 0367 -with an illusion of depth (the red seems to be in the foreground and the blue in the background)-.
Abstract: The human intelligence and in particular its creative potential seems to be, for many scientists, made of processes that cannot be automated by the means of a computer.
(...)
Keywords: accumulation, brain, chaos, conformal mapping, convolution, creativity, Fast Fourier Transform, fractal geometry.
(...)
Whether the human brain is a machine or not is one of the oldest questions posed by human beings. Two answers are given: yes and no, neither being scientifically justified. My personal view about this question is that the brain is a machine that constantly receives external data (by the means, for example, of the visual system), transforms, processes and memorizes it, and then produces output at the muscular level (to walk, to talk,...). Creativity could then be the "simple" result of numerous combinations and transformations of former memorized data thus giving birth, from time to time, to very surprising new data...
------------------------------------------ | | | CONTINUOUS INPUT | | | | the 5 Senses | | {sight,hearing,feeling,tasting,smelling} | | | ------------------------------------------ || || virtual hearing | /-------------------------------- | \------------------------------- | || input || \/ || ------------------------------------------ || | | || | ANALYSIS | || | and | || | MODELIZATION | || | | || ------------------------------------------ || || || || || \/ || ------------------------------------------ || | | || | MEMORIZATION | || | [strengthtening] | || | | || | * * | || | * * | || | * * | || C | * * | || O | ---------------> ---------------> | || N | ^ | ^ | | || S | | permanent | | permanent | | || C Consciousness is : | | combination ==== transformation | | || I | | loops | ^ loops | | || O 1-a permanent feedback loop between virtual | | | | | | || U talking output and virtual hearing input, | <--------------- <--------------- | || S 2-an "artifact" of the low level loops. | | || N | [memory is dynamic] | || E | | || S ------------------------------------------ || S || || || || \/ || ------------------------------------------ || | | || | COHERENCY FILTERING | || | | || | [depends on human being sleeping state] | || | | || ------------------------------------------ || || || || || \/ || ------------------------------------------ || | | || | SYNTHESIS | || | | || ------------------------------------------ || || || || virtual talking || | -------------------------------- | | --------------------------------- || output \/ ------------------------------------------ | | | almost CONTINUOUS OUTPUT | | | | [action at the muscular level] | | | ------------------------------------------



A tribute to Sandro Botticelli [Un hommage à Sandro Botticelli].






Artistic variation on the particle diffusion inside the Hiroko Kitaoka model of the human pulmonary acinus [Variation artistique sur la diffusion de particules à l'intérieur du modèle de l'acinus pulmonaire humain dû à Hiroko Kitaoka].











various untitled

The scream -a Tribute to Edvard Munch- [Le cri -un hommage à Edvard Munch-].



'There is a war' -a Tribute to Leonard Cohen- ['There is a war' -un hommage à Leonard Cohen-].




The scream -a Tribute to Edvard Munch- [Le cri -un hommage à Edvard Munch-].



'There is a war' -a Tribute to Leonard Cohen- ['There is a war' -un hommage à Leonard Cohen-].

Psychedelic hypercube [Hypercube psychédélique].


Hell on Earth and Tree of Life, -a Tribute to the seventeen victims of the attacks in January 2015, Paris- [L'enfer sur Terre -un hommage aux dix-sept victimes des attentats de janvier 2015 à Paris-].
Self portraits by
Jean-François Colonna.
[Auto-Portraits par Jean-François Colonna]
Artistic view of the trajectories of bidimensional fractal aggregates obtained by means of pasting during collisions of particles submitted to an attractive central field of gravity [Vue artistique des trajectoires des particules d'agrégats fractals bidimensionnels obtenus par collage de celles-ci lors de leurs collisions, dans un champ de gravitation central attractif].
Light clouds at sunset [Nuages légers au coucher du Soleil].
Tribute to Beaudelaire
[Hommage à Beaudelaire]L'étranger
Qui aimes-tu le mieux, homme énigmatique, dis ? ton père, ta mère, ta soeur ou ton frère ?
Je n'ai ni père, ni mère, ni soeur, ni frère.
Tes amis ?
Vous vous servez là d'une parole dont le sens m'est resté jusqu'à ce jour inconnu.
Ta patrie ?
J'ignore sous quelle latitude elle est située.
La beauté ?
Je l'aimerais volontiers, déesse et immortelle.
L'or ?
Je le hais comme vous haïssez Dieu.
Eh ! qu'aimes-tu donc, extraordinaire étranger ?
J'aime les nuages... les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas... les merveilleux nuages !
Je n'ai ni père, ni mère, ni soeur, ni frère.
Tes amis ?
Vous vous servez là d'une parole dont le sens m'est resté jusqu'à ce jour inconnu.
Ta patrie ?
J'ignore sous quelle latitude elle est située.
La beauté ?
Je l'aimerais volontiers, déesse et immortelle.
L'or ?
Je le hais comme vous haïssez Dieu.
Eh ! qu'aimes-tu donc, extraordinaire étranger ?
J'aime les nuages... les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas... les merveilleux nuages !
Charles Baudelaire - Le Spleen de Paris
