i have witnessed the aesthetic fluctuation of figure ground synergy. more exacting, the aesthetic worth of a particular figure is intimately pinioned upon its ever shifting analogous ground, thus the figures aesthetic relegation resides in constant flux for some time, ebbing and flowing, tethered to its transient embedding. i.e. the ugly rise to perfection in the swells of success, yet flounder tragically atop the aesthetic zenith only to sink once more into socially apathetic homeliness.
Good Day, for now.