the end

obey the prompt was never about making perfect art. it was about showing up. every day. and trusting that somewhere between the chaos of creation and the clarity of constraint, something meaningful might emerge. over 28 days, 37 pieces were born. some absurd. some tender. some that I still don’t fully understand. but every single one taught me something. and the wildest part? it worked. this project, this experiment, turned out to be the most rewarding creative experience I’ve had in years. maybe ever. the prompt was never the point. obedience wasn’t either. it was always about the space between the two. ₥