Where does it come from? Why and when did my physics/math/engineeering art decide to only dwell on black backgrounds?
I am sure there are proper theories in the history of art. I can come up with some armchair psychologist’s explanations – blaming popular culture, clichés, a collage of archteypical memories.
I am hacker. We hackers have to use black backgrounds in any software app, if not cover our windows with black shades.
Ethereal structures on black remind me of structures in the cosmos. The Cosmos with capital C, as presented by Carl Sagan. A universe resounding with Vangelis’ ethereal music.
Dark has felt appropriate in the past two years. I’ve created art from typographic characters – one for each death of the capital C pandemic. I’ve been working on a pencil drawing of my antique black phone – using a negative photo. Completed it hours before Russia invaded Ukraine. It became inverse art, photographed and inverted, turning black again. Since then, I saw mathematical structures cast in hues of yellow and blue, on black.
Exploring my path in the dark, I take an image from each post, staring from the oldest ‘black imaged posting’. Then I pick a few phrases, found-poetry-style. Advance in time until the present! I am not allowed to turn back and edit.
pushing and popping through levels of meaning
unreachable places in the fabric of spacetime
the end of the dystopic corridor
you can reach it
They all seem to live in the same space
In a world that feels like a different galaxy
Trapped inside the light cone
on a path of eerie fire.
to your past
thin white bones on black canvas
art keeps me sane
rotate space and time into each other
keep angles intact and map circles
a human-like observer
makes all the paradoxes go away
You don’t care where you are
only ‘rotated half-way’
The same applies here
You can change
white fragile space probes
twisted the ribbons by changing the perspective
I am searching for
sort of a ‘response’
of the unconscious mind
pair it with engineering
I found the mother lode
They shall shine in the dark.
I used artistic license
still on duty today
Never accept anything less than your best
do not be afraid, and do not tremble
Now is the time for art
replenished by radioactive decay
space slowly peters out
At the other side of the worm hole
driven by the pleasures and pains of
a dark secret tied to technology
So modest, so sublime.
Transform. Distort. Play!
The interstellar void
going down much faster
determined to take over
dedifferentiating the materials
extending to minus infinity
not to get trapped
closing off the structure
had stayed on the sphere
create a serene environment
A paradox. An irony.
the best of all worlds
Where does it come from?
a universe resounding with
mathematical structures cast in
I am not allowed to turn back
The last sentence was from this post, thus the last sketch is a new one, from this post; there is no link to another post. The sketch features Dirac’s belt trick (background here).