With the plethora of images that infiltrate our everyday lives, there is nothing more beautiful than the purity of raw noise. Raw indeed, it is the basic building block for countless textural constructions that undermine the futile quest for realism. It is also a space to dream and to contemplate, like the desert, its simplicity is staggering and awe-inspiring. It is like silence and nothingness, it is whatever form you want it to be, it is malleable like clay, distributed like water, while infused with energy like a nuclear reactor. It can explode at any moment into anything. It can be whatever you want it to be, or it can remain formless, to be enjoyed for its seductive formlessness.