I feel overwhelmed by quantity where counting no longer makes sense. By unrepeatability within such quantity. A crowd of people or birds, insect or leaves, is a mysterious assemblage of variants of a certain prototype, a riddle of nature abhorrent to exact repetition or inability to produce it, just as a human hand can not repeat its own gesture.
Per Coach's suggestion, I checked out this lovely lady named Magdalena Abakanowicz who works in burlap, which I find fascinating as a medium.
Her haunting series of figures of burlap stand in rigid lines that stop the viewer in their tracks. Each sculpture both invites the audience to stand among them, while simultaneously standing a silent guard preventing them from entering.
Their world is both full and empty.