We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
M. C. EscherRead
The regular division of the plane into congruent figures evoking an association in the observer with a familiar natural object is one of these hobbies or problems...I have embarked on this geometric problem again and again over the years, trying to throw light on different aspects each time. I cannot imagine what my life would be like if this problem had never occurred to me; one might say that I am head over heels in love with it, and I still don't know why.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the author's deep fascination and ongoing engagement with the geometric patterns that resemble nature.
M. C. Escher expresses his enduring passion for exploring the geometric division of space through congruent figures, linking them to familiar natural forms. His repeated attempts to understand and illuminate this problem highlight how integral it has become to his life, evoking a sense of love and mystery about this artistic challenge that he continues to grapple with, without fully grasping its allure.
In practice
In a presentation on artistic techniques, you might use this quote to illustrate the love an artist can develop for their medium.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
I could fill an entire second life with working on my prints.
Simplicity and order are, if not the principal, then certainly the most important guidelines for human beings in general.
For me it remains an open question whether [this work] pertains to the realm of mathematics or to that of art.
He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.
All my works are games, serious game.
When you are real in your music, people know it and they feel your authenticity.
Music is the healing force of the universe.
I'd probably be a super wealthy guy if I had sat around writing songs and getting them placed like everyone else I know. But I write songs about people or after I meet them and they're somewhat biographical - they're fiction but also non-fiction.
And then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins.
The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.
My restaurant is an expression of myself - my fantasies. Where I've been, and where I want to be. I think of my cooking as very emotional.
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