Blobbs exists in a shifting zone of texture and sensation. A territory where matter glows, stretches, breaks into something molten, something alive in motion. The image swells and pulls. It leans toward meaning, then slides away.

Forms move with dream logic. They playfully drift, melt, and interact. Thought seems to ripple through their shape. Colour leads — intense, shifting, full of intent. Purple moves through yellow. Red exhales into black. Each frame peels away to reveal another. Surfaces fold into themselves, then unfold again. Everything moves toward becoming.

The rhythm lingers. Motion speaks in a language close to biology — like cells dividing, like breath under skin, like tissue dreaming. At times it brushes the edge of the body. At others, it becomes a field of light. Always alive in its motion, always opening. Blobbs turns the act of looking into immersion.

It offers a landscape made of impressions, a body reimagined from the inside. A surface remade moment by moment. Each frame is an invitation to move with the image, to follow colour, texture, change — to let the boundary dissolve between what watches and what moves.