”This is the weirdest shit I’ve ever drawn,” muttered an artist in the throes of his work. His frantic scribbles came to life on the screen, the dull sounds of his hand tapping out each detail with the digital pen on digital pad filling the air. He pushed back a short lock of hair from his forehead and simultaneously pushed the sleeve of his long maroon sweater up his wrist.
On the screen, a couple of clown cars juggled balls back and forth. No clowns were involved in the action, only the cars. Indeed, it was strange and pointless.