The Bridge (don’t know why I called it that) is an illustration for poetry Time’s Machine. Here is an excerpt:

All the world and all its history drifts,
our memories follow suit,
and the past that truly was
is lost.

No electric lighthouse on the shore,
no pebbled path to follow
beside time’s flow,
and no bridge
spans
that eternal river.

The original image is a composite with a little of Mars from the NASA Rover. The slider shows the work of the visual evolution engine, my software that seeks unimagined realms. I don’t let it go out of the house unless it’s accompanied by a responsible adult. Obviously.

The figures, evolved separately, were created with ALISA, adaptive layered image automation.