Torsade v10 — Rabbit hole
Spoked arms of colour spiral into a dark centre like a funnel being stirred, hues wheeling around the rim as the whole vortex slowly turns.
Arms of colour sweep into a dark centre like water going down a drain, bright at the rim and vanishing into the hole. The wheel of hues turns as the vortex spins, and the whole funnel drifts slightly off-centre with a slow wobble.
There is no path being traced: the funnel is a ring of dots stamped over and over, each pass slightly larger, heavier and rotated a little further than the last, so the accumulated rotation shears the spokes into spiral arms. Brightness falls away with a moving wave — dividing the colour rather than fading it — which hollows out the centre, and the illusion of depth is entirely this radius-weight-rotation stack on a flat canvas.
