Where Escher dwells, scampering up and down staircases, giggling. A wonderful image to explore, sculptural and coy. The straightforward bottom center allows us to peek within the tornado, just enough respite before plunging right back in. I like the clean lines and the limited but sumptuous colors. A tightly controlled hallucination.
I find myself asking how instead of why. When this happens I have a hard time getting lost in an image. Comments, like mine, say more about the critic than the art.
Totally cool. Is this a perspective you actually got or did you do a little playin'? :) I love the corkscrew look and then the peek at that undistorted building through the opening.
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