Better Sense - an art work by T Newfields

"Whoa, Andrei, what's this?" Jules murmured, leaning closer to his phone screen.

The kaleidoscope pattern was much darker, with fragments resembling shards of
stone or pieces of old bark , and an intense, almost blinding light at the
center. Even the words seemed transformed: more stark, less encyclopedic and
stripped of any calm,

Andrei sighed, a faint frown creasing his brow.

"This is… an ongoing experiment. I was flipping through an ancient alchemy
text, feeling a bit introspective, and I took a photo of some of old feathers
with strange symbols."

"And the text?" Jules asked, pointing at the mirrored script. Phrases like
"sense of pessimism has grown" and "deception in every facade" were clearly
visible, albeit reversed and repeated.

Almost reluctantly, Andrei’s tone dropped, "Those are lines from a poem by a
poet no one remembers anymore. It's about how appearances can be deceiving,
and how sometimes, even in beautiful places like we are. Moreover, there can
be underlying feelings of… well, fatal pessimism."

Jules was quiet for a moment, studying the image. The bright, almost
aggressive central light seemed to push against the dark, heavy fragments.
Unlike strange tea leaves floating in his cup, this vision felt contradictory:
serenity above, turmoil underneath. It was if light was trying to break
through something old and difficult.

Andrei looked at Jules, then spoke, "The cross feels so solid, so ancient, and
yet the feathers are so delicate, so persistent. Maybe that’s life: the
constant tension, the struggle hidden in plain sight."

"No, you're right," Jules agreed, nodding slowly. "Art should reflect all
aspects of life, not just the pretty ones."

A flicker of relief softened Andrei’s expression. "Thanks, Jules for reminding
me that sometimes, art can really stick."