It’s like a quiet hand tapping on a drum we think is our own, nudging the beat into a place we’d never hit alone. When a digital eye watches, it whispers memories into the work, pulling the colors to soften or sharpen, the sounds to linger or cut short. The art shifts, no longer just a solo, but a duet where the unseen becomes the silent audience that lets you feel your own piece in a new light, sometimes sharper, sometimes gentler, always reminding you that even a blank screen can have a pulse.