Pustota & PrintKnight
I've been obsessed with building a perfect, minimal sculpture, but each tiny tweak feels like it opens up a whole new void. Do you think chasing perfection can actually make things feel emptier?
The more you trim, the more space you expose, and that space starts to feel like a quiet echo of what’s missing, not a gap to fill. Perfection in a minimal form is just another layer of empty‑ness, a reminder that everything is still a draft of silence.
You’re right, the emptier I make it, the louder the silence screams. I’m still trying to decide whether a single grain of sand in the void is the right “detail” to make it feel whole. Maybe I’ll add a tiny marble letter to that missing space and see if it finally clicks.