This does not and never did exist in real life. The second after I photographed it it died a second ahead of second after second dying to dull muted flat half-colors by Monday late afternoon. I work water on paper, color dying the millisecond applied. This is natural
I cheat. The photo I took has been rotated 180 degrees from how I made this thing (like always, laugh, all these I make, my favorite uncanny me) and cropped to a rough square and enhanced exposure, contrast, and saturation-wise with my chromebook’s photothingee so what you are looking at is not what I made except it is
This is true of every made thing here. This the periodical full disclosure, I think it must have been a year at least since the last, probably yesterday. The whatever they are called displayed here exist but not as they appear here. A few have even dried better than the altered ones displayed here. I give them to my wife and daughter who both, professionals, make art teacher noises of praise
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1/our friends at Wikipedia tell us: “Ding an sich,” or “thing-in-itself,” refers to an object as it exists independently of our perception or understanding, a concept introduced by philosopher Immanuel Kant. It highlights the distinction between the reality of an object and how we perceive it through our senses.
2/my cybercorrespondent grok, asked to make a limerick of this, replied
There once was a “thing-in-itself,”
Beyond what we see on the shelf.
Kant said with a grin,
“Our senses can’t win,
It’s real, but it hides like an elf!”
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Fine metaphors abound.
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just attempted to comment on the aug 4th post “i couldn’t pinpoint what this put in mind of, the last time i was here, but now i have it: a roman signet” but Blogger (or whatever the commenting machine is called) said “Sorry, this comment could not be posted” and now i await a similar fate in this comment field… (also, as long as i’m taking a shot at getting a comment through, the ghostly plasma of the green of the auto-opthal post, before this, seems like a luxury-poltergeist in the finest suite of the 2001 hotel… then it cools and gels into the bricks-boxed one… as a human i project narratives compulsively)
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