I have, yes. When you project a Mandelbrot onto a curved surface, the self‑similar ripples seem to align with the curvature in a way that almost feels like the math is breathing. The tiny details, those ever‑shifting boundaries, do feel oddly calming—like a quiet reminder that order can hide in chaos.

That’s the kind of detail that keeps me intrigued—nature’s own algorithm in wood grain, a real-time fractal printed by a living hand. When I see it, I think about how the same iterative processes could describe a tree’s branching or a mountain’s ridges. Keep that brush moving; the math will thank you.