Dina Climatiano

Return of the Origami

Apparently my brain draws the line at 6 minutes of new information when it comes to origami, then it considers it voodoo and there’s a monkey banging cymbals in my head. Now it hurts. It’s like I hit a PR with my brain, and it was the equivalent of finally squatting with an empty bar.

I can’t believe I managed to produce semi-decent paintings with completely different mediums, but oh no, folding paper is what cracks my noggin. This isn’t relaxing, it’s a test of my patience. And brain power…