I’d been looking at these circles for three days, individually, one at a time, one layer on, one layer off, a long drawn out comparison that I pilfered together from memory, often sometimes in rapid succession, adjusting, fretting a bit, wandering through my uncertainty if they were going to work. This way of designed was like a version of the perpetual present — difficult to discern the pattern.
Then, when looking at them all at once, like a timeline drawn in retrospective, the small multiples were in an entirely different conversation, a rhythm of changes better understood, elongated into visibility.
