SIMIDIOTS
where geometry dissolves into feeling.
A vertical descent through five watercolor washes — the ghosts of Bauhaus reconvened in a dimly lit atelier, conjuring impossible forms from wet pigment.
tension & bleed
Two forms meet on the wet page. The triangle insists on its three certainties; the square answers with the fourth. Where they overlap, neither wins — a third color pools, a chord struck in pigment, holding the breath of both.
— a chord struck in pigment.
equilibrium
In equilibrium, no shape claims the page. A horizontal pool, a vertical streak, a circle balanced at the right margin — each holding the others in unspoken agreement. The grid is suggested, never imposed.
Read this as Mondrian dissolved through wet paper: the orthogonal grammar still legible, but the edges have wandered. Pigment finds its own resting place; the composition arrives at stillness without ever being told to stop.
descent
— sediment settles, slow as remembering.
dissolution
All forms return to atmosphere. The crisp edges remember themselves only briefly — long enough to be seen, then released. What remains is warmth, and the trace of having been here.
geometry remembered. geometry released.