Where the Road Forgets the End

I drew troads today. It wasn’t supposed to loop But the more I added, the more it forgot where it was going. It just curves, flashes neon, and comes back to itself. No exit. No finish line.

For me, this is about choice. A multiple choice that circles into uncertainty. Like when you’re a child and you see someone else’s playfulness, so you copy it. You pick the same path, expecting the same result. But the circle doesn’t have safety rails. You can’t limit yourself to “safe” there. The outcome stays unknown, every single time.

To me, it means that. To you, it might mean something completely different. And I’m okay with that. I think Art should do that sometimes.

Process