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Well, it doesn't say I've edited, and it looks about same to me.  But that page did take longer to open since I've loaded up all those colors, least to my computer.  So if you don't see the one you are were looking at before, it might just be not loading up properly.  I've seen that happening in this site once in while if the page contains large amount or oversized photos, maps, charts and such.   Or is that just me, Northman?  I should have loaded up less with more space in between too.

 

Good eye, Cahaya.  There is just something that's not right about that last one.  Northman might have picked it out already.  Believe me or not the last two paintings actually same painting.  Last one is just inverted colors of the one right before and also zoomed out more and also 90 degrees rotated and different cropping (almost two opposite halves).

 

 

 

 

 

Zoomed In

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zoomed Out, Rotated, Inverted Colors

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zoomed Out, Rotated, Original Colors 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 two together

 

 

 

 

 

This one actually has a title, being one of my favorite, 'The Birth of Trigonometry'.  I was just playing off of the title of one of Nietzsche's book, 'The Birth of Tragedy'.

 

You can read it here

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Where would we be able to derive this miraculous division of the self, this collapse of the Apollonian climax, if not from Dionysian magic, which, while it apparently excites the Apollonian feelings to their highest point, nevertheless can still force this exuberance of Apollonian art into its service?  The tragic myth can only be understood as a symbolic picture of Dionysian wisdom by means of Apollonian art.  It leads the world of appearances to its limits, where it denies itself and once again seeks to fly back into the womb of the true and single reality, at which point it seems, with Isolde, to sing its metaphysical swan song.

In the surging torrents
of seas of my desires,
in resounding tones
of fragrant waves,
in the blowing All
of the world’s breath—
to drown, to sink down,
to lose consciousness—
the highest joy.*