I have always been drawn to the precision of spreadsheets, the neat rows and columns that hold the lifeblood of HACOY. Yet, as much as I value this order, there is a part of me that yearns for something more fluid, less confined. That's where painting comes in. When I am not building local AI agents or writing about conscious living, I find myself lost in the world of colors and brushstrokes.
Painting has taught me to see data in a new light. It’s not just numbers; it’s a story waiting to be told. Each number, each cell, is like a pixel on a canvas. When I stand back from my spreadsheets now, I see patterns that were once invisible. The rhythm of sales figures, the ebb and flow of inventory levels, all these become part of a larger narrative.
I have started to experiment with visualizing data in ways that mimic my paintings. For example, instead of just looking at raw numbers, I’ve begun coloring cells based on their values. This simple act has made me more aware of trends and anomalies. The visual representation forces me to engage with the data in a way that pure numbers never did.
There is another side to this story. My studio, where I paint, is a small room filled with natural light. On my desk sits an old photograph of my grandmother, taken when she was young. She had a knack for seeing beauty in everyday things, much like how I now see beauty in data. This quiet detail reminds me that every aspect of life, whether it’s numbers or colors, has its own unique story to tell.