martian-rasters:

A Black Star Is Burns

525 x 457

martian-rasters:

impulsiver, impulsivest

2 x 768 x 768

martian-rasters:

Serial Collection 2

10 x 512 x 512

This is my new artblog. I will be reblogging all of my previous work here over the next few days or weeks, and all of my new work will go here.

sets are sheaves over the one-point space

the Boolean truth values are the (open) subsets thereof

a (the?) discrete space with n points has 2^n open sets

so sheaves over discrete spaces are toposes with 2^n truth values

where I guess n can be any ordinal now that I think about it

It bums me out that the school system is basically set up to tell kids who struggle with the technical aspects of math & science that they are bad at math & science.

Most of the important progress in math & science has come from conceptual, rather than technical, insight.

Most of the important products of math & science are primarily characterized by creativity rather than skill.

Can someone with a background in art comment on the degree to which the above comments also apply to art?

I was stuck (along with someone else (Matthew?) at first, but then alone) in some sort of casino or video game arcade run by a villainous Wario-like being. The first part of the dream implied that I went in there on purpose, with some kind of mission, but most of what I remember was just running away from security. This involved going through many chutes, some of which I simply fell down, but others sucked me upwards to higher floors; also hiding in attics/closets. I found a mini-fridge with some chocolate-milk-like substance. There was a young woman who I think worked there whom I made some flirty advances towards who seemed receptive enough to help hide me from the guards, but basically she wasn’t interested. She asked me what dream I’d had that made me want to flirt with her so much, or something like that. I told her it was the same nightmare all men dreamed every night and most days - that of being rejected by someone attractive. I don’t think I got caught; I don’t remember how things ended.

Noun

cathexis (plural cathexes)

1. (psychoanalysis) the concentration of libido or emotional energy on a single object or idea

is there anything more disappointing than tumblr telling you there’s a new post for you to view and then finding out that you have been lied to and so your whole conception of your actions being predicated on signals from entities exterior to your neural processing unit is shattered or at the very least forever rendered suspicious in a way that prevents you from ever trusting any external stimulus the same way and leads inexorably to crippling self-doubt as the untrustworthiness of perception seeps inward and begins to poison your attitudes toward your own thinking process and the eternal blotch upon your ability to make judgments about your environment and your actions that affect it totally ruins your life

y / n ?

I found some of my old pixel art in the dark recesses of my external hard drive. These are two of the less-boring pieces, which I may revise. They are presented here in their original form; both of them are at least five years old.

“yeesh”

my grandparents’ cat, Bella

whee digital image generation is fun

less random