There’s something exceptionally peaceful about losing myself in these artworks. They’re infrequently arranged. When I’m in the disposition, I simply take a seat and they simply appear to happen. That is incompletely why I named my first book gathering this work of art “Transmissions” as the pictures ometimes feel as though they’ve been transmitted into my cerebrum from elsewhere!
More remunerating than the work of art procedure itself is encountering the response that these compositions pull in. Some of them invoke the most brilliant reactions and feelings, frequently entirely dissimilar to that which I had arranged. Individuals frequently portray them as miserable. I don’t generally see them that way. Despairing maybe. Perhaps they’re lost, yet I see them attempting to understand the tranquil miracle around them. I imagine that is something we can all identify with. A crusade for a brief moment gathering of robot workmanship is in progress.
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