Walking around New York City, alluring splotches of color dot the pavement here and there.  Little painted worlds swirling in emulsion, fixed on a concrete canvas, worn down by thousands of feet.  Industrial and synthetic, they are technically 'man-made', yet completely accidental and organic, oozing according to the same fractal laws which arrange galaxies across the sky.   This is urban automatism, the action painting byproduct of our industrial city mind.