Part of my art process at times involved this phenomena. I could spend an hour or more simply smearing colors in all directions, attempting to be as random as humanly possible. Waiting for them to arrive. Once they showed up, I'd finish the job.
Part of my art process at times involved this phenomena. I could spend an hour or more simply smearing colors in all directions, attempting to be as random as humanly possible. Waiting for them to arrive. Once they showed up, I'd finish the job.
RE: Faces beneath my feet