All was art. Everything surrounding Ngozi was sculpted and formed to be unique, as if it were grown for the sole purpose of existing before her eyes. But she knew there had to be some other purpose lurking within otherwise why would she be here now.
“Hello,” she called out. Her voice was swallowed by the immensity of the hall around her. It went and was not returned. There was no echo because the forms around her failed to reflect anything beyond a little light.
“Well this isn’t creepy in the least,” Ngozi said out loud. She took a hesitant step from the platform that brought her there. Ngozi was glad there was no one to come back to her with a witty retort, because they would inevitably let their conversation degenerate into all the ways they could die right now. She didn’t need that.
This room was scary enough. The mere existence of such a creation, or creations contained within, was mind boggling to the point of being numbing. The architecture was relatively constrained when compared to the shapes that filled it. Things twisted and turned in on themselves with a deliberateness that wasn’t organic.
Mandelbulb forms stretch into Euclidean space giving the sense edges of the room a shimmering sense of movement. But when Ngozi turns to track it all goes still. Each object wants to be lost in the infinite of the other yet each stands forth in a halo of its own. Ngozi when she concentrates can pull each item forward in her vision, surrounded and edged in gold she can see their forms even though they remain in position.
Ngozi has to shake off what she sees. It’s easy to be lost in examining each individual item in the room. The scientist in her screams to be allowed to examine and test everything, but she knows that’s not her purpose here. She needs to move.
And move she does. Ngozi picks up her pace and passes through the hall.
Today’s art is courtesy of Tobias Kwan from Brooklyn, New York.