We gaze upon its infinite splendour. A star glitters, a celestial diamond. Behind that, a thousand million more stars. Behind them a thousand million galaxies of stars.
This image is not that. No, it's my monthly entry for Ungood Art Day here on JSVB. Every thirteenth day of the month, I publish some foolish part of my art where I am (usually) trying hard to create something good and instead it goes sideways and become ungood instead.
Rubbing off the excess parts of the model of the Planet Mongo I am constructing yielded fractal patterns of dust on 600-grit sandpaper. You can read the mystery of the universe in this picture, or see that I am padding my post count. Either way, the macrocosm conspires to make us wiser.