The digital ones. Same idea as the abstracts, except done on a computer, so there’s no paint to clean up and nothing to stack against the wall afterwards. He has never once had to give one of these away. Small mercies.
Colorful chaos is the polite way to put it. Circles, grids, pipes, half a gear here and there, all piled on top of each other in pinks and cyans and yellows that don’t occur in nature. Every layer is see-through, so nothing is ever fully in front of anything else. Your eye goes looking for somewhere to rest and doesn’t find it.
The titles promise a great deal. Death, madness, wizards, some swearing. The pictures don’t explain any of it, and he’d say that’s the point.
Some of them work, though. The few where he let things mirror down the middle hold together surprisingly well, and in the better ones the mess starts to look deliberate. Which, to be fair, it was.
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