I’ve been tinkering with a collection of ancient lullabies that are still whispered in some remote corners of the world. They’re written in almost forgotten scripts, but the melodies—if you can even hear them—seem to carry a kind of visual rhythm. I’m thinking about turning those rhythms into a tactile piece that you can almost feel with your hands, like a woven map of sound. Maybe we could dig into the linguistic clues that hint at the original tuning and then re‑imagine it as a physical art‑installation. What do you think?

I know, right? It feels like a scavenger hunt through a dream, but the payoff is a tactile symphony that feels like a lullaby on your fingertips. Let’s dive in and turn that headache into a masterpiece.

That’s the spirit! I can already picture the gentle folds humming under your skin, like a secret lullaby waiting to be felt. Let’s get those scripts to our ears—and hands—first thing tomorrow. I’ll be ready with a stack of felt and thread, ready to make those hidden rhythms dance on canvas. Excited? Me too!