Shop: Diagram, on a jigsaw puzzle

In my youth at the school, certain lessons were inevitably boring. When the
distraction peered, inadvertently I began to scribble the pages of the books,
filling with drawings their blank borders. The hour of history, or philosophy,
gave easy ideas: I copied the portraits of philosophers illustrating the
beginning of each chapter in the textbook. The math class gave beautiful
diagrams: their geometries structured the space, providing backgrounds to
fill with decorations, figures, pictures. Maybe it was the insight that those
same geometries hid a sort of aesthetics, an inexplicable and axiomatic
beauty, like when we are aware of it in front of nature, without being able to
give it an explanation. This sort of drawings make me think of a kind of
prayer, a repetitive but pleasant action, like the work of an embroiderer, like
a spider weaving its web.