Patterns Emerge
I have often described myself as an enemy of symmetry, always looking for the more choatic options and finding it in nature where our rigors and ruler-straight lines don't hold up very well when faced with the stubborn forces that so freely ignore our collective ego. Nature pays no attention to us, and rightly so, yet in turn, she draws up her own rules and out of random movement there emerges a perfect system of lines and patterns where no symmerty belongs.
In this free chaos I am at home.
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