Fractalized landscape.

Handmade pen drawing.

A long time ago doodling with pen and paper. Drawing triangles, over and over again. And at some point, something emerges from the chaos of forms. There might even be more to it, than meets the eye.

All that is there is ink on paper, scanned and filtered. The associative mind fills in the gaps, creates sense to what seems to make no sense at all. You might now even hear a song. Or maybe all you see is blue on white, just a bunch of triangles.

Could creation be mathematical in its deepest essence, perhaps...?

Just a bunch of triangles, or is it more?

drawing cc-by-sa @oaldamster

EDIT: text correction.