The Gallery

Golden-angle phyllotaxis blooming from the seed outward.

A quiet rain of ₿ and hex sliding down the glass.

Soft orbs drifting through slow orbital rounds.

Archimedean arms turning, so the bands seem to stream inward.

A continuous bloom of particles from the core.

Hexagons orbiting in harmonic rotation.

Layered sine waves scrolling in phase.

A branching L-system swaying toward infinite depth.

Quarter-arc tiles re-rolling into one continuous meander.

A Lissajous curve traced as a tapering ribbon, phase adrift.

Grains settling on the nodal lines of a vibrating plate.

One de Jong orbit, drawn until its dust becomes a shape.

Tangent circles packed into every gap, turning slowly.

Wandering particles freezing onto a growing crystal.

Cell walls redrawn as their seeds drift and relax.

One unbroken line that visits every cell of the plate.

Two spreading chemicals growing a coral reef out of nothing.

Two rhombs tiling the plane in a pattern that never repeats.

Grains piling up until sites topple and an avalanche runs.

Two line grids turning against each other into slow bands.

Scattered blinking lights pulling one another into step.

Wandering specks laying trails that grow into a branching web.

One closed line, growing too long for its frame and buckling.

A mosaic that solves itself, one lowest-entropy tile at a time.

Three local rules and no leader, folding a flock into sheets.

A survey of land that is not there, redrawn as it moves.

Forty-nine circles on one arm, drawing the shape they are made of.

One live cell and a three-bit rule, falling into a pattern that never repeats.

Straight cracks that spawn cracks at right angles and stop dead on each other.

Two dozen double pendulums let go a hair apart, falling out of step into chaos.

Two rules on a soup of cells: births in coral, survivors in cobalt, the dead as fading ghosts.

Three suns chasing round a figure eight, then a Pythagorean dance that throws one out.

A dive from the whole set into Seahorse Valley, down to where 64-bit floats run out.

A hundred weather models started a millionth apart, unzipping across the butterfly.

One ant, two rules, ten thousand steps of mess, then a highway it builds forever.

Ten thousand particles riding an invisible Perlin-noise wind, their trails building a drawing.

A paper strip folded in half twelve times and opened: four Heighway dragons that tile.

Four affine maps picked at random, a million times over, grow one black spleenwort leaf.

Roll a die, jump halfway to one of three corners, repeat: the marks build a Sierpinski triangle.

A maze carved by a backtracking walk, then solved by a breadth-first flood, drawn as it happens.

Seven charges summing one field, its outline traced by marching squares as the blobs melt together.

A wheel rolling inside a ring draws loops that close after a set number of turns: four hypotrochoids, one epitrochoid.

Count 1, 2, 3 in a square spiral outward, light every prime, and diagonal streaks appear.

Fifteen pendulums tuned to 51 to 65 swings a minute drift into snakes, split into two rows at 30 s and line up again at 60 s.