And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming. Then I think: This is a dream, a pure diversion of my will: and now that I have unlimited power, I am going to cause a tiger.
Oh, incompetence! Never can my dreams engender the wild beast I long for. The tiger indeed appears, but stuffed or flimsy, or with impure variations of shape, or of an implausible size, or all too fleeting, or with a touch of the dog or the bird.
-Dreamtigers, Jorge Luis Borges
What are on the insides of things? How are separate things connected? What is the size of the universe? I am interested in how our mind processes reality, in the stories that explain natural phenomena, in our attempts to recreate/understand unfathomable cosmic events. Art serves as my way of reorganizing the world and trying to make sense of it. If we know the parts, can we build a universe? Can we explain cosmic, existential thoughts in simple terms?