Circles Everywhere

As the drawings grew, I started seeing circles everywhere. They showed up in nature, in the way flowers form and seasons return. They appeared in language, in cycles of habit, in the repeating patterns of human behavior. Even music felt circular—melodies looping back to resolve where they began. Everything connected, and every connection curved back to itself.

I started studying Plato’s solids, Euclid’s math, and realized nothing I was doing was new. These truths have existed for thousands of years. Yet the passion I was pouring into a simple compass made them feel reborn. Ancient geometry took on a personal life through my hands. The shapes may be eternal, but the images they became on paper felt like something the world had never seen.

Hidden knowledge expressed through repetition—that’s where the art began.