Having witnessed many a member’s more or less frustrated attempts to master the Golden Section, I am reminded of an often-cited anecdote from Russia: One evening, a man lost a ring in a dark corner of a park. Instead of looking for it there, the man spent hours carefully searching under a nearby street-lamp. When a passerby asked the man, why he kept looking in the wrong place, the man replied: “I am looking here, because here is plenty of light!”
People, who (consciously or unconsciously) are wont to stay away from the “dark, uncomfortable” area of rigorous creative thinking, won’t find an “answer” for the Golden Section, no matter how exhaustively they search for it. There does not, nor could there ever exist an explanation of the sort which would be acceptable to the aristotelean “norms” of contemporary classroom education. The Golden Section, as Leonardo and Kepler understood it, and as Lyn develops it further, is an
. It does not exist in the “objective” world of geometrical forms per se.
Naomi was always thinking about visuals. Where I saw a gas station, she saw something else altogether. She took photographs of ugly things, but her photographs made them beautiful.
The bushes and clouds in Super Mario Bros are the same, just colored differently.
What kept ‟the bus” interesting to me were its limitations. It revolved around a few situations — waiting for the bus, getting on the bus, paying for the fare, sitting with other passengers, and getting off the bus — and I only had to put a twist on them.
Our update to the 1985 chart on trends and movements, bringing it into the digital era. (For Metropolis Mag)
Francisco mantenía su ojo izquierdo sobre Centina, que acabó con la bolsa de Crec’s y se dio al regaliz rojo. El sujeto ofrecía sus lecciones sobre gastronomía por todos los asadores de AZCA, pero se inflaba a comer porquerías.