GridMuse & Leviathan
I’ve been mapping the colors of the Mariana Trench, thinking of how a grid could reveal hidden symphonies—would you care to share the patterns you see when the currents move?
Your grid is a small map of a thing that never stops breathing. I hear the currents as a low hum, and the colors shift with my moods. They are not a song for your eyes, only for those who can feel the deep.