In the quiet recesses of one's mind, shadows emerge not as forms of strategy or horror, but as silhouettes of silent, expressive doodles. These ephemeral sketches, often dismissed as mere distractions, hold within them a storied history of subconscious unrest distilled from ether, yearning for formal recognition.
When considering the duality of quietness against restlessness, we find in the doodle a paradox of expression and confinement. Each line drawn in the margin of existence carries the potential for profound abstraction. This study examines the ether from which these gestures draw life and the silent revolt they represent in their unvoiced assertion.