18.06.06
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
LOOKING AT DRAWINGS
Wind and water.
I am looking at these ever-changing elements in order to decode the intriguing repetitions of patterns running from chaos to orderly perfection and back. A soaring bird will make invisible waves in the air, and there are radio waves, sparks and light signals, electrons, dust particles float and collide. There is speed and time and directions in space to register with our instruments, and there is weather and weather forecasts and statistics. There are earthquakes and meteors, temperatures, heartbeats and brainwaves to register. Colours expand at different frequencies and sounds come and go.
The phenomenology of physics thrills me endlessly, even without understanding. I imagine stages of developing structures leading to pure and exact crystallisation for a split second before decay inevitably sets in. There are symmetries and synchronicities, reflexions and transparencies. I register the swift passing instants, images of more or less order that are nothing but snap-shots to stimulate hidden areas of my fantasy.
I am looking at these ever-changing elements in order to decode the intriguing repetitions of patterns running from chaos to orderly perfection and back. A soaring bird will make invisible waves in the air, and there are radio waves, sparks and light signals, electrons, dust particles float and collide. There is speed and time and directions in space to register with our instruments, and there is weather and weather forecasts and statistics. There are earthquakes and meteors, temperatures, heartbeats and brainwaves to register. Colours expand at different frequencies and sounds come and go.
The phenomenology of physics thrills me endlessly, even without understanding. I imagine stages of developing structures leading to pure and exact crystallisation for a split second before decay inevitably sets in. There are symmetries and synchronicities, reflexions and transparencies. I register the swift passing instants, images of more or less order that are nothing but snap-shots to stimulate hidden areas of my fantasy.
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