A creative response to Wavy Inverted Bowl by Dean Kissick
There is so much light in the world we can hold it. So much we can cup both our hands and feel it, the weight of the light of the world, feel it overflowing from our hands. We write beautiful equations and algorithms that build for us forms to hold some of this light that is spilling from our mouths, our eyes. Around our cities we leave small bowls of joy. And sometimes birds will come bathe in them, sometimes girls will come sing in them.