Like so many things in my life, this funny little art project started out as an abstract experiment; but after several failed disasters, morphed into something rather different than I had originally envisioned. It’s almost like my subconscious is deliberately controlling my every move, without bothering to let me in on the rhyme or reason or final objective (which, I suppose, is the very definition of “subconscious”).
Unless, of course, you consider this an obvious sign from my supposedly stealthy brain:
Yes, I can already hear myself audibly sighing. Loudly.