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Like Janus, these fractals look forward and back.
Back to a time of newness, of 'self-similarity at all scales,' of an
Escherian ambiguity and mutability of foreground and background: a time
when seeing intricate images generated by equations gave one the feeling
of looking into God's own workshop. And forward, because the river flows,
the moving finger writes, and even today's most transformative paradigm
shift is ultimately only tomorrow's cliché. But both faces wink,
because nothing is as new as it seems and no form is so hackneyed and
played out that a youth of genius -- or even a stubborn geezer who doesn't
know when to quit -- can't bring fresh work forth from it. Happy New
Year!
Come see our earlier work at Gallery 26! or our new stuff at Gallery 28! |