Beauty

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.

Outside my front door. I guess it’s not summer anymore. The once-endless days of sunshine and warmth have given way to a cool, crisp breeze and the changing colors of the leaves. The air is filled with the aroma of burning wood and the distant sound of geese flying south.

# “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:

I consider myself a fledgling geometer. That is, someone who is inspired by the beauty in numbers and wants to make stuff in that realm. Geometric images and like that. Some call it Sacred Geometry. I prefer to call it Inspired Geometry. So, I’m an Inspired Geometer? Okay. I can go with that.

I can’t very easily put to words my regard for this man. I’m still reading, discovering, exalting in, and being astonished by his work. I’ll let some of the words of others that have experienced his thoughts live here:

Grass high under apple trees, The bark of the trees rough and sexual, the grass growing heavy and uneven. We cannot bear disaster, like

We cannot know his legendary head wide eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside,

A curve that starts from a point and moves farther away as it revolves around the point is called a spiral.