I'd say that this is somehow a moving post, but I keep coming back to the visible statement and language featured within.

"But Nothing Happened".

I want to fight that contradiction that's present here with every fibre of my being. The strokes of paint are intentional. The arrangement is intentional. The fact you posted it here is intentional.

It is always intentional.

I'm typing this comment here, but the work you've shared stares back at me.

"But Nothing Happened".

This is why art galleries aren't open at night, because thought provoking stuff like this would keep people up all night, and we all need our sleep!