1. Compound Epicycles.
A series of arms of equal length are connected end-to-end. Each arm spins at a constant rate, indicated by the ratios in the captions. A pen has been attached at the end of each arm.
The term “epicycle” refers to the old astronomical models that used wheels-within-wheels to approximate the motions of the stars. As you can see, such relationships can create quite complicated motion, indeed!
Here’s what the gifs looks like without tumblr’s gif limits.
Written in processing, then ported over to as3 for easier layering.
You will soon have to discover that your head and your thought is going to be filled with things no one has been able to answer. Things like why and how you cannot write down square root of 2, but you can draw it—hypotenuse of a right angle triangle with both perpendicular and base being equal to 1 unit. It is against the human brain’s nature to keep conscious and at ease with unanswered questions. These questions either you die try solving or you solve them or you never actually got what it is.
Such is the relationship of numbers and geometry!
This post is about one of my cousins, the one who has been the guiding light behind what I am today, the way I think and understand world. In the frenzy of his suppressed emotions, he sowed in me behaviours which he himself had no imagination of their proliferation. His father was a brilliant engineer completely disregarded and used by his family for money. He was married to a girl who had a vivid wishes and lively imaginations which in a way were her rebellion to the terse, healf-hearted simpleton brahmin family rich in philosophies only. She often imagined a filmy married life, a rich one in all respects. But she didn’t know that these imaginations and wishes will make her meek and confused in parenting their first child who was often kept without milk because some babying book suggested so, beaten up and ridiculed upon wetting the bed—something which continued late till teenage of the boy. Father found shallow friends and liquor… mother found fake sympathy from everywhere. While the child was growing up, he loved spider-man and sketching. And one specially peculiar talent of the kid was being able to make sculptures using ‘putty’, which people noticed quite late when one day he sacred his aunt with a lizard made out of dough! The kid was extremely shy and yet loved to dance on rhythms. This kid was ridiculed by kids of his age, sometimes beaten up and what not. He did not do homework and stood in sun in summer as punishment for days until one day the class-teacher called the father in who confirmed how the kid had been lying. … he was probably beaten up again. I was a baby then… these things are told to me by his mother. Then the kid simply began to live with himself and me. He sketched out of comics he loved in afternoons with fountain pen. His handwriting was something which irked the father a lot. Mother used to be worries and father was in a bubble of denial. This guy was the reason how I began sketching….
One day, this kid found mathematics and with it he found fame in the school as he, just intoduced to quadratic equations in 6th grade had the courage to solve the dicey problems of high school and then he found surds and what not. People saw him now as a weird genius who could not be denied what he wanted. And he had me under his wing, the only brother, the only faithful friend.
I have only recently let go of someone I had been holding on to so tightly for so many years now—5 years, i think. SO much so that I had even denied to see that the person herself wanted to be left… although she seemed to be identifying with all I felt. She was a pen-friend, someone with whom I was always honest… told her my realizations for it is all there is to me.
Man on the Edge, Iron Maiden #nowplaying
I am in love with numbers… now at sub-conscious level!