A ghost from my past sent me gifts.

JK1After more than forty years, he found me on Facebook. The images are complex and fascinating, with a weird, alien beauty. I asked him how he created them and he got irritated and said, “That’s sort of like if you wrote a book and everyone became obsessed with your word processing software.” I started calling him “Cranky Buddy” and he lightened up and told me about genetic algorithms, Ilya Prigogine, and stochastic recursions.  He said he makes an infinite plane of 2-plus dimensions and puts it into a 3-d space. I’ll let the images speak for themselves, as he preferred in the first place.

 

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