they surround everyone of us everyday yet still we are rarely perceptive. visual jewels, usually devoid of humans, a mixture of pattern, colour and material. fluke acts a certain part, things appear or are swallowed by light, a different angle brings to light surprises. harmony as well as dysphoria exist utterly equitable, and every so often details are the spice.
sending out visual stimuli with the aid of »vivid« colours and – free of doubt – occasionally almost painful contrasts they defend against categorization. neither they want to please nor make a point. they’re just there: findings »en passant« collected passing by.