My idea? A direct manifestation. What people have come up to/with, tracing a constellation of works and emotions, recounting a diaspora's stories, though the fairly aracial origins of the technique on Tumblr might choose another phrase.

Weaving a web... weaving from the web. I thought that was something beautiful, and like many beautiful things, contains an incommunicable aspect. Something numinous, holy enough to forbid lesser depictions. But, like any sinner, I wanted to say it.