I love the apparent haphazardness of this motif. It's mathematically sound, and yet it looks vaguely crazed - like it's vibrating with some sort of reckless, barely contained energy.
There's something very appealing about this kind of restrained chaos to me today.
After all, there's nothing like a little bit of tightly wound, packed, and sealed inner turmoil to make you feel completely crazy by 11:00pm on a Sunday night.
Kind of like a floppy pink star.
May 10, 2009
Fortunately crazy makes you tired too. Zzzzzzzz...
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