When silence speaks, it intrigues. As it articulates, be it élevé or jeté, passé or penché, pas seul, pas de deux, trio or quartet, it calligraphically gyrates. As it choreographs, it intricately weaves through weightlessness, it fabricates as it navigates.


Brightly lited or softly tinted, these tightly coupled or loosely bundled crinkles redefined straight lines as they thread & tangent, ensemble or independently, all made possible by finger orchestration on touchscreen in real-time. Mathematical algorithms guided by the versatility of human neurons are manifested in an oasis, butterfly opera in a humongous opus. As such, we see


The roar power of the butterfly wings, raw or even, exudes human understanding. The mighty wing tips can script like a pen, paint like a brush, dance like a ballerina. They unfold like origami, flap like a bird, soar to the unreachable pinnacle. Indeed, beyond human understanding.