the Chiming Within the Tempest

 

Not only do i struggle to find the right words to explain my drawings, but i wonder why i should even bother, especially here, in this forgotten corner of the internet's backwaters. Who will even read these words? Disposable. Cursory. A swipe and this thing i have created and "shared" is dismissed. Forgotten, and relegated back to its realm of Forgotten no-Things. Maybe that is for the best. 

But for anyone who does find themselves here, reading this: the title of the piece says it all. Imagine a tempest, a storm, a seething chaos; and within this storm, a fugue, a locus of sublime balance and harmonics. A deafening quietude of such magnificence that the tempest is in thrall to it.