Day and night

Just where do you think you’re going?

The white birds fly towards the night and the black towards the day. My brain is too mediocre to work out what metaphorical (or metaphysical) import these tessellated flocks might have. Opposites attract? Night will become day just as day will become night? Between black and white, there is a spectrum of shades of grey so that only what is extreme can be absolute? An artist’s purpose is impossible to fathom? Looking at the book may resolve the intention that the author had when he included the picture in it?

Well, according to Martin Cohen, the birds are swooping down to become part of the landscape while that produces more of them.

I looked at the picture (the thumbnail above) and more readily saw the birds emerging from the landscape, which is, I think, how I’ve seen it in the past. I don’t see some sort of cycle here, but that’s just me. Apparently one physicist thinks this is a good model for the nature of the universe in that there ended up being a bit more matter than anti-matter because, like the geese as they emerge from the landscape, there was a slight mutation.

Fascinating stuff and there’s another picture tomorrow from the world of impossible triangles.