so this piece—Inception—is like peeking into the subconscious of a lava lamp that went to art school. It’s got this whole retro-futuristic vibe, a sci-fi dystopia. Those inky droplets stretching out, almost reaching for something just out of frame, feel like a visual representation of an idea trying to form—like a half-remembered dream that keeps slipping away. The color palette is muted yet trippy, with those subtle, psychedelic swirls that make you wonder if you’re staring into a bubble or the birth of a whole new dimension. It’s introspective and a little existential, but not in a pretentious way—more like a late-night vinyl listening session while sipping oat milk cold brew. You don’t look at this; you experience it.