the sun in our eyesPosted: August 17, 2012 Filed under: Galleries, Private Collections | Tags: art, contemporary art, geometric art, google analytics, happy hour, life, life hacker, math, mathematics, Natalie Dower, prose, rational aesthetic 2 Comments
Yesterday I wrote about the law of diminishing returns and questioned if we commoners could use such economic theories in daily life. Whether we would turn into nerd-buttoned sociopaths, judging everything by the return on investment it afforded us.
And I was reminded of this work by Natalie Dower, who harnesses the power of mathematics and scaled form to derive the universal constant. To show us the beautiful power in mathematically calculated form. A comfy rational aesthetic. (I’m not going into how she constructs the paintings because it involves crazy equations, Fibonacci sequencing and square root measures to the nth degree).
To mask chaos. To mask entropy. Cheering us on as we search for reason and pattern for the market’s ups and downs, for our lover’s cold shoulder, for our kids’ grades, for our boss’s promotions. For our success for our lack thereof.
Yes, there should be some over-riding constants, like gravity. Yes, by the force of reason, by sheer brilliance, we should deduce these patterns. From data, draw conclusions. To forecast markets and plan for weather. To profit from Google Analytics. To write a book and blab the secret. After all, if seashell whorls are governed by mathematical principles, shouldn’t the nature of life be so goverened? Solving the Equation that plucks our own lucky star from the sky. Drafting Pythagorean Fate to run the fifth wideout on our team.
Calculations like constellations to guide us in deepspace life. But when I look up from my daily minutiae, all I see is sun. And my brittle-life theories fracture into wounded kite splinters.
Float down like confetti.
Happy that it’s happy hour.
“And my brittle-life theories fracture into wounded kite splinters.” **sigh**
I’m sure a writing prof would totally slash it up due to excess, but I like it too much to cut. **sigh**