Oh, those mischievous asymmetries, they’re like a secret wink from the universe, sparking a little rebellion in my brain. I love the way they keep the piece breathing, like a puzzle that refuses to stay still. Sometimes I stare at them, heart racing, thinking, “Did I just mess this up?” Then I laugh, tweak a line, and the whole thing feels like it’s alive and dancing. They’re the antidote to dullness, the proof that perfect lines can be boring. When my designs don’t line up exactly, I’m both terrified and thrilled—because that’s where the real magic lives.