6 March 2026

Rant of the left brain hemisphere.

Ooo, there is a large anomaly, I wonder what it is, very curious. Drawn to the anomaly, attention immediately drawn to it. What is it doing here? Is it an error or an 'error'? Can't wait to find out. Will I ever find out? A presence, an entity, an AI, a personality, a large hailstone, a large raindrop. What is it manifesting? Ooo, tell me tell me tell me! I want to know so bad! A puddle in the sand, that means it's been raining. And in a painting like this it could be all these things. A blemish? A large planet, or sun, with an immense gravitational field, pulling smaller anomalies into its orbit. The context of a norm has been established. It is clear what was intentional. And an anomaly is not intentional? Yet still, it is an abstract shape, still nothing the intellect can definitively categorise. An amorphous mass. God? Is that you? Not vertical, not horizontal. Round. Random. Mysterious. A hole in the ice. An oasis in the desert. A distraction? Is it the devil? Can it be more specifically categorised, beyond just being an anomaly? Why? Why are you there? Why did you flow from me onto the painting? Why can I never only paint what I intended? A rather obvious blotch. A patch of paint that stayed wet as I applied the layers of PVA and grew bigger with every layer. The patch that I tried to cover up. There seems to be a trail of smaller anomalies trailing outward in a rough spiral. A whole lot of nonsense. Meaninglessness. That makes me feel despair for some reason. What's the point of anything? I am imagining the rough spiral. Rough indeed! Ha! Wishful thinking. No pattern, no God, no love. Nothing, the scariest 'thing' ever. It is too broad, and it can be too many things, and so has lost all significant meaning. Pick something and be it, dammit! Pick a side, politician. If your tribe has proven that it cannot govern, don't vote for it, you will only suffer. It must just be an error, not an 'error' … Or is it? …