The things we see with our minds For years, I saw a grid where there was none. It started with a fascination—a "chills up the spine" moment—while standing before the works of Lucian Freud. I didn’t just see a figure; I saw a "micro-abstract" per square inch. I saw a man who didn't just paint a likeness, but who "tiled" a human presence onto the canvas, one obsessive, incremental block at a time. This was my epiphany. It was the bridge between my past as a designer—lost in the