Seeds

The images read as dandelions. Fine white filaments burst from small centres like seed heads, and the bursts drift together into clouds over soft, blurred grounds. Some outputs are dense and bright, in grey-green over black or slate on pale grey. Others scatter a few clusters across dark space, or set gold flecks in deep blue.

A dandelion is a seed built to travel. The smallest wind carries it far from where it formed, and it lands and grows again somewhere it was never planted. Ideas move the same way. They leave the mind that made them, drift across distance and time, and are reborn in other places and in other minds, changed by the ground they land in.

Work in progress. The outputs shown are from the series as it stands.