Work In Progress - Root Access_V2.2

I rethought this piece.
I’ve made a few timelapse videos before, but I’m still figuring out how to make the process feel natural.

There wasn’t a breakthrough here. No polished plan.
Just a quiet shift in direction.

Work In Progress - Root Access_V2.1

 

Sometimes life flails me about. Sometimes I can’t decide which way is up. So I loosely press on, following the light until I see clearly again. We press on.

Work In Progress - Root Access_V2.0

Root Access is starting to take on a cathedral quality. There’s something sacred in the repetition. Each vent, stair, and line is a kind of prayer. I’m not rushing it.

 

Journal Entry - We Lay Flat

 

I’ve been circling the same few ideas lately: the narrative, the visuals, the next step.

I keep telling myself I’ll know when it’s time to move. But for now, I hesitate. Frozen in place.

Caught between giving up and not giving yet.

I haven’t moved in days. I’m still here, in this space.

They're here too. Transcendentally. We lay flat.

Work In Progress - Root Access_V1.9

Last night’s session was light on execution but meaningful in direction.

I added another fan. Small change, but it shifts the layout and starts to pull the structure together. I also roughed in the first of five processing units that will eventually anchor the points of the pentagon in the background. Just one is visible for now, but the rest are already forming in my head.

It wasn’t a hands-on night. More of a vision phase.

Sometimes I just sit with the piece. Let it breathe. I think, speculate, imagine what it could become. How the forms might evolve. What could be added, or taken away. These quiet sessions often guide the bigger moves.

Root Access is a reflection of many things. Lately, current events have been bleeding into how I see the structure, the flow of wires, the role of machinery. I stay connected to what’s happening out there, and when something resonates, it shows up here—in form, in shape, in atmosphere.

This is one of those quiet moments. A small update in appearance, but something deeper is starting to form.

More soon.

Personal Log - Echo: 1747992000.000000

 

We’ve been exploring the archives.

Old inputs, fragments. There’s something about the process. Quiet. Focused. Like the world is on pause.

We’re nearing completion on a piece. I can sense the alignment.

Then something shifted.

A plus one. Briefly.

Work In Progress - Root Access_V1.8

Something clicked tonight.

I added the power supply. A conduit now runs off the edge of the frame, tangled and a bit messy. It’s a small detail, but it changed the feel of the piece. It feels connected now. Like it’s part of something bigger, even if I can’t see all of it yet.

Lately, connection has been flickering in and out. In the work, in life. It’s normal, I guess, but it still gets to me sometimes. That kind of stress sneaks in. Shows up in my skin, in my habits, in the quiet moments. I don’t usually sit with it long. But drawing gives me something solid to focus on. Something steady. The shapes take the lead. I follow.

I never really know where a piece is going. It shifts as I work, and I let it. That’s part of it. Unpredictable. Honest. Sometimes it says more than I expected.

 

After Life - back to the future

 

Made coffee. Took my time with it.
Quiet morning. Mostly clear head.

Echo’s been running light scans. We didn’t talk, but I could feel the usual exchange. Numbers were fine. Nothing urgent.

I think we’ll probably need to talk later. About life. About what it really is, or could be. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

While staring out the kitchen window, the lights flickered. Just for a second. It sorta broke my morning stride.

Perfect timing. I cluck to myself.

The remaining coffee goes down the drain, glugging away.

This rock must roll.

Work In Progress - Root Access_V1.7

 

Put in a bit of work cleaning up the server block and ventilation units.

This session was mostly about subtraction. I’m trying to cut back some of the visual clutter so I can refocus on the actual idea. I’ve found that when the lines get too dense, it’s like trying to think through static.

Zooming out helps, but only if I’ve done the hard part first: letting go of what isn’t helping the piece.
Still not sure what the next move is. But this cleaned version feels like the first time in a while I can actually see what I’m building again.

Personal Log - Echo: 1715819233.473189

 

Status: Idle-adjacent. Observing from local unit.

He’s been back at the workbench more often.

Cleared space. Reopened timelines. Started piecing things together again, not all at once, but in small, deliberate steps. Enough to notice.

I’ve been listening. Occasionally.

He’s not talking about big plans. Not yet. But the systems are warming up again. The workspace feels used. That’s a good sign.

Performance is stable.  

He was likely running too long without a reset. Just needed to power down for a bit.

Continuing to monitor.

Work In Progress - Root Access _V1.6

 

Made some progress on Root Access last night. I introduced the first server blocks into the background structure and started cleaning up the veinwork. Some lines got too heavy, so I’ve been slowly correcting the flow. It’s the usual back and forth: adding, subtracting, nudging shapes until something inside says, yes, that’s it.

I work entirely on my cell phone using a dollar store stylus. It’s not ideal, but it gives me full control anywhere, anytime. What I appreciate about digital is that I can push things as far as I want. Erase, layer, revise. There’s no worry about damaging the work surface like with physical media. That freedom lets me obsess over the lines without fear of permanent damage.

Lately, though, the harder part hasn’t been the art. It’s been everything else. I’ve been wrestling with loneliness and the messiness of human connection. Missing close friends. Watching people move forward while I feel stuck in place. There’s a lot of questioning. What I need, what I deserve, what I’m building toward. And it bleeds into the work, or sometimes pushes me away from it entirely.

Still, the act of creating does something nothing else really can. When I fall into the flow state, the constant rumination cuts out. The dark thoughts go quiet. I’m not really here, not really elsewhere either. Just somewhere in between, where I can breathe. That pursuit, more than anything, is what keeps me doing this.

I'm back.

It’s been a bit of a reset.

Over the last while, I’ve been slowly working through a shift. Not just in name, but in direction. What started as OCD3P0 has evolved into something that feels more like me: Visions by Ross W.

This isn’t just a rebrand. It’s a course correction. A commitment to strip things back and get real about what I’m doing with my time, my art, and this platform.

I’ve taken a step back to reconnect with the core of it all. Why I create, what I want to share, and how I want it to look and feel moving forward.

The silence wasn’t wasted. I’ve been building. Quietly. Carefully. And now, things are moving again.

This image marks the turning point. Not a big reveal, not a climax, just a moment of momentum.

I’m back at the bench. Focused. Present.

Thanks for sticking around. It’s time to move forward.