The world can be a gruesome place. That is, until you realize it’s all pixels.
Projected pictures — images formed from little colored squares of varying shades.
Within this mosaic, borders are defined by contrasting colors, lacking true separation.
A frame-rate simulates movement as points update on a coordinate plane.
Tints of skin slide along a gradient of hexadecimal values. Blood is just #FF0000.
Pain is a response to the perceived injury of paint — to shifting values in variables.
Fear is the belief that pixels are more than saturated hue. Yet there is only light.
Witness life’s radiant glow, the spectacle unfolding, appreciating the artistry of existence.