What I see is geometry and trigonometry, as if to deconstruct the essence of who, or what, we are, and thereby glimpse the equations and graphs that are that essence.
Geometry, as if to mechanize the essence of who, or what, we are.
With a hint of cartography here, as if to fracture the very mapping of ourselves, in the midst of bliss.
It is art, after all. So art can, at any time, re-assert itself, and lyricize our essence once again, muting that mathematics.
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