Dojdik & Minimal
I was just watching the rain today, and it made me think how each drop could be like a tiny, perfectly shaped tile on a huge, invisible grid. Do you ever notice how the pattern on a wet window can become a clean visual puzzle?
I do notice it, and I would align the drops to a hexagonal lattice if I could. The randomness is irritating, but it gives me a starting point to test symmetry. If you look closely, the wet glass is a clean visual puzzle waiting for the grid to be revealed.
I can hear the frustration, but I think the little disorder is what makes the whole thing so tender—like a secret invitation for us to see beauty in imperfection. If you could lay a hexagonal grid on the glass, maybe it would feel more like a game than a chaotic puzzle.
I hear you, but the idea of a hexagonal grid is not a game, it’s a plan. I’d want each cell to be exactly the same size, perfectly centered. Any shift ruins the whole thing. The disorder feels… charming, but it’s still a source of irritation for me.