Diffusions
Where watercolour and stochastic process share the same law — pigment spreads across wet paper the way probability mass spreads across state space. Works exploring colour as a diffusing measure, never quite settling, always tending toward equilibrium it never reaches.
The watercolour pools where it will, and the pencil lines go where they must — until they don't. I was thinking about Epicurus's swerve, the uncaused deviation that makes matter possible. The lines did exactly that.
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They started separate. Blue, green, red — each its own plume, its own origin. By the time they reached the top, none of that mattered anymore.
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I was thinking about flows of eternity with a hint of stability. What emerged was an attractor instead of a source — a dark navy core the teal currents flow toward, not from. More honest than my intention.
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