Fizzling soul particles + churning chi chiclets= art= life= OBVI

Hey homies, I hope life is badass as per usual in your respective locations across the globe!
THis is a super lame picture of the current 2D color + design project. The assignment is to do something with horizontal and vertical lines in black and white, which is why the drawing is in black and white (not generally the case with anything that I touch) and there are only horizontal and vertical lines (also unusual for me).
Of course you must be asking yourself "lemony cricket what the bullocks is that?!"
Not important, grasshopplets, not important-- this is, after all, art. And in true art forms it is not so much the 'what?" that matters, but the "how is this representational of the fizzling turmoil of soul particles skiterring rinkydink across the spiritual channels of the swirling cosmic abyss heretofore known as the artist's soul?"
And if any of you knew anything about me at all you would know that the chi chiclets churning about in my cosmic abyss of a soul churn in a finite and predictable pattern, and to discover said pattern all you must do simply peer into the metaphysical porthole of existence and all will become clear.





It is obviously a woven potholder.