Code, math, perfection. Inside out. Beauty on the outside as well as the inside. Broad strokes.
I heard stories of the Mac inventors, autographing the inside of their innovative machine. How the inside was just as important as the outside.
I feel like, there’s warts. There’s always warts. There might not be a thing as perfect art. What’s perfect? Nothing is perfect.
Maybe perfection is a work in progress.