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Art and Chemistry

The sporadic and chaotic beginning of chemical reactions is inclined to make a pattern out of destruction, instead of a random scattering of debris like one might suspect.  Out of this damage, a balanced and beautiful work of art is born.  Nature is inclined to form perfect circles, straight lines, diamond shapes, perfectly fitting hexagonal and pentagonal pieces, out of this world colors, that spin and dance in the joy of its own beauty.  The humble rain drop transforms into a symmetrical, intricate star shape that glitters in even a hit of light.  Weightless and carefree the snow flake wanders down to the earth, taking its time to float in the wind, play in the breeze, bragging about its beauty before it sinks and disappears into the ground.  The death of a star paints a picture full of color, movement, and energy casting an astounding sense of awe, wonder, amazement, and intrigue.  Each death is unique and beautiful, a supernova combination of intense color and 3D design bursting with some much imagination that is hard to believe that this was not the star’s intended purpose.

Nature finds a way to be inherently beautiful and balanced, creating robust colors and visually appealing motifs out of ordinary circumstances.  After a process that distorts, explodes, fizzes, sparks, or combust, it produces something that was greater than how it started out.

Grains of Sand from Ancient Supernova Found in Meteorites

Art and Science in the City’s Sky

I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the modern night, by the complacent dance of airplanes in the big, open, uninhabited sky.  I am astounded by the unnatural movements that dominate the once whimsical night.  The crafted zig zag pattern of overhead headlights feels like science fiction eerie in harmony, amazing with the complete overhaul of world above.

Nature has been transformed away from lure of the night sky mystery into a different meaning here in the heart of the city.

The patterns of the airplanes are distinctive, not abstract like the twinkle of the starry night.  Art is about making mistakes, science does not understand this concept.  Art is messy and bold, physics is well defined and stubborn with its limits.  Science has definitive rules, natures is creative in breaking these carefully ordered and well orchestrated structures of definition.

It barren up there now, in the lonely sky, save for the flying machines.  Modernity and technology may be convenient, but they lack the luster of the dreaming night, the spontaneity of the stars spark, the complexity of astrology’s secrets, the depth of the canvas that looms above.  The nation of galaxies that had been a part of humanity’s eye is now a series of dashes.