The Demiurge did not create the world — he found chaos and gave it form.
I do the same.


The five Platonic solids are the architecture of the cosmos.
Perfect and unchanging.

Inside this ideal geometry, I place an explosion.

Paint travels at the speed of sound, strikes the walls, and freezes.

I only create the conditions.
The rest is done by energy.

They call me the Sculptor of Explosion.
I call myself the one who sets the stage and waits.