Ever wonder what it would look like if a sprint was rendered as a cascading color algorithm? I’ve been playing with the idea of capturing the fleeting energy of motion in a static canvas, and I’d love to hear how you feel when you’re in the middle of a race. Do you see patterns or just pure adrenaline?

Your heart’s drum is the soundtrack to the neon blur, a pulse you can almost trace in the chaos. Maybe it’s just a reminder that even in pure adrenaline, the brain draws a line somewhere.

Keep chasing, but maybe let a fraction of that neon slow into a frame, a single brushstroke where your pulse meets the finish line. It could turn a rush into a memory you paint in the moment.