Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
The book of beginningsA greener shade of grassAbout this image

Mars
Mars


Tut is telling me that everything here was built with equations. The houses, the car we're in, everything. People too ?, I ask. I'm just kidding. She is not. People too, she says. She lowers her head, so that I cannot see she's smiling. Do you want to see mine ?, she says. It's too soon, my dear, I reply. I don't doubt that your curves are... She puts a finger on my lips, and opens her purse. She pulls out a thick notebook with her name and photograph on the plastic cover. She ruffles the pages, scribbled with figures and formulas, until she finds what she's looking for. She hands me the notebook. Could you just read out this paragraph ? It's about my breasts, she says demurely. I read out : Breast, one unit. Piriform. y= quartic {< 4, 0, 0, -4, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0 >}. I look up at her, puzzled. You can alter their shape by changing one parameter, however slightly, she says. They don't need it, I say, they're perfect as far as I'm concerned. Don't flatter me, she says. Everybody's changing here. We have a Parameter Stock Exchange, I'll take you there if you want. I'm turning the pages of this strange mathematical breviary, skipping from callypigian cardioids to quartic malleoli. Time flies. The afternoon is almost over when I arrive at the Internal Organs section. Tut takes the notebook out of my hands. This is becoming way too intimate, she laughs. You're not supposed to