I am always thinking in textures, which I am realizing is not a normal state of being. I notice them wherever I go. Maybe it is because I have always had a sense of not really rooted in reality, constantly daydreaming, ruminating in narratives, designs, colors, and, of course, textures. Is that what makes some people brilliant? Their disconnect from the literal world and in touch with their lofty imagination?
Anyways, this is what I noticed at work: a wet-erase board, a scaffold, and a tip of a tree.
