"Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by"
Christina Rosetti
well, no it was from another book,
so I don't remember as much as I thought I did!
corrected from info in a comment!
What made me think of this was a post here showing drawings of algorithms of the wind. It looks like some vast sea-creature to me. What does it look like to you?
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Yep. Sea creature. I get prehistoric manta ray. Although I guess that technically, manta rays are prehistoric. Pre-ichtheous, at any rate.
It is a really pretty image, regardless. It would make a cool print.
It's an elephant munching on some grass, obviously. So now I'm just trying to decide if the world is filled with invisible elephants buffeting us around or if elephants are just wind gods who happen to live among us, like an old Shinto myth.
I like the first one more.
Seashell.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea, yet know I how the heather looks and what a wave must be.
Emily Dickinson--my first memorized poem.
Anyway, that's what this image brings to mind for me.
Heads Up! I'm pretty sure that's the invisible energy cloud entity that drifted through the galaxy killing people in the original Star Trek series.
I thought sea creature as well, but also of that paper bag blowing in the wind in American Beauty (before I even read what the picture was)! I guess that means it's a good algorithm.
A sea creature, specifically from The Abyss (1989) by James Cameron. That's the first thing I thought about when I saw the drawing,
Yes, some kind of megaray. Or a manatee. Beautiful!
If I could see a manatee's soul, I imagine that is what it would look like -- still gargantuan, but more graceful and aerodynamic.
I see the backside of a very exotic lily. I wish I could see the front.
Looks like a shark to me. Of course, that is not surprising. Just recently everything looks like a shark to me.
It looks like a very soft conch shell, to me. At first I thought it resembled paintings I've seen of Native American women wrapped in a blanket (facing away from the viewer) but the line on the right side resembles the edge of something, like a conch shell opening, or as some of you said, the spine of a manatee!
It looks erotic to me.
Not that I want to get all Southern Baptist... but it looks like the veil on a grandmama church hat after the first hour of a hot sermon on an even hotter Sunday morning in Rocky Mount, North Carolina... and DAMN!... what's up with no air conditioning?... I'm just sayin'
A small section of a pencil sketch--on nubby, specially printed canvas--of the nose and lips of a female 'Cyrano de Bergerac'-type character. Except the nose comes to a most unflatteringly sharp point at its end--which we aren't privy to viewing--which may be all for the best.
A Child's Garden of Verses was by Robert Louis Stevenson, published in 1929. Christina Rosetti's poems were in The Golden Book of Poetry (1947).
My mother read Stevenson's poems to me when I was a baby. The first poems I memorized were from A Child's Garden of Verses: "Farewell to the Farm"
The coach is at the door at last/The eager children mounting fast . . . .
By the time Rosetti's book came out, I was already quoting Stevenson.
If you turn the image clockwise, I see a duck sleeping with its head tucked on its back. Huddled against him is his mate.
... and turned counter-clockwise, (widdershins!) it's the Enterprise-M time-slipping downwards from the 27th Century.
I got stuck on "new ways of seeing" since I have new glasses and it's great to see the algorithms at all. :D
Is this a Rorschach test? Because I'm seeing a nude female figure. Really. I have no idea what this says about me.
It's a shoggoth, a monster from HP Lovecraft horror stories.
Becky, this is hilarious, because when I first wrote the post I put RLS as the author of Child's Garden of Verses.
Then I googled just to doublecheck I had the poem right (it's been awhile!)
and found the author was Christina Rosetti.
I didn't take the next step which I should have, of actually looking at the actual book.
You're right! I must have heard this poem from another book.
Yep, an elephant with his trunk curled around.
Could be a mantra or maybe a sack or a floppy chef hat.
It looks like a towel ready for the wash.
But I looked at the other pics on the website too, and the second to last one was definitely Casper, the friendly ghost.
I *love* Christina Rossetti. My first book has a ton of Rossetti references in it. I didn't really know her before I wrote the book, and just fell in love when I was trying to find the poet muse...
To me it looks like something trying to get out of a sack. Too much Mummenschanz as a child?
I was thinking fortune cookie! I'm hungry...what do I know?! Ha!
My first thought was ARP, the sculptor. After I clicked on the link and read about the artist I thought of Pininfarina aero-dynamics studies.
Late to the party, but it reminds me of days when my daughters played volleyball, looks just like one of their knee pads they pulled off and dropped on the floor.
It looks like a smoothly differentiable vector field to me.
Or a Lovecraftian whale. Either one.
...and its name was Sussuruss...
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