A book of incantations whose every page is wreathed in light, perhaps even, written with it. Only specially trained eyes can parse its meanings without succumbing to a sort of blindness. Temporal threads reach to bind to all subjects of focus. What lives will these subjects possibly lead?  
 
This one has been sitting in my head for a while now and it was about time that it was made. The linear vs. wispy lines were a good call. In a way, this work is an ode to a past project of mine. I’m sure a select few of you know what it is. But if you want to know, seek “Metaforma.” You’ll get a sense of what it feels like to experience this radiant wheel firsthand.
 
Spoiler: confusing.