A beautiful abstract composition, worn down, with primary colors. The composition as a whole feels unintentional—everyone just sprayed something here and there. And yet, it became something beautiful. I love that, when unconscious collective effort leads to something, and wind and rain do the rest. However, there is one part that immediately draws your attention: a question, a quiet plea: “help me?!” It’s not written in capital letters, but all in lowercase. Very humble, in fact, and the question mark emphasizes that even more.
I once did my thesis on altruistic behavior. When do people help, and when do they not? Here, we don’t know what’s being asked, how we can help, or who it’s from. So we don’t help. But it still stirs a little unease. And that’s beautiful, because it means you carry that wonderful capacity for altruism within you—otherwise, you wouldn’t feel it.