Art

In Is Generative Art Now Quaint? I ended with a question dressed up as a statement: I’m genuinely curious what’s possible now.

Wherever there is number, there is beauty. Proclus wrote that somewhere between 412 and 485 AD. I’ve been carrying that line around for years. Not because I’m a mathematician—I’m not—but because I feel it. The beauty in numbers. The strange alchemy of turning equations into images.

I found this one at the dump. I reminded me of my great-grandfather, Joe and his eldest son - my grandfather, Forrest. The painting is real and the story is true-ish.

Meet MAGA Mick Something new is brewing. I’ve started work on an animated cartoon—limited animation, to be honest. We’re talking slow blinks, head tilts, awkward shuffles. The kind of movement that mirrors the mental gymnastics of a man caught in a moral midlife crisis.

Out in some math-born corner of the void, the Blobs float. They spin. Pulse. Change color like they’re listening to music only they can hear.

# “To understand recursion, you must understand recursion.”

This: and this: based on this:

The latest image from my generative art series was a nice surprise. It started as this: for (i in 1:500) { x = x*((0.98)^i)*cos(i) y = y*((0.98)^i)*sin(i) } which is simple R code that generates 500 x, y points that spiral. That code gave me this: