You’ve seen so far that I rarely draw a straight line. I just tried what the crystal-like structure is like. From a slight slackness to a strict system. Some people feel comfortable in this system because it provides security. It overwhelms me because I love freedom, even when there is no comfort.
The first brushstrokes and color spots are really loose and random.
This world is my inner world that can only be spoiled.
Where our first straight appears, the division of completeness begins. This is mine, that is yours, there is no more free passage.
The parts are divided into even smaller parts. Man's room for maneuver is getting smaller. At the same time, the field of vision is also narrowing.
The black lines only confirm the closure. The final condition would be the disappearance of colors ...
There is something wrong with the system that was hitherto thought to be perfect. Control is weakened.
There are some people who are fed up with confinement and curve straight lines with their common vibration. Somehow they remained spiritually free, despite their confinement.
It turns out that the line or the cube is just an illusion, it doesn’t exist.
The new world is still pixelated, but it is slowly clearing up and becoming natural.
