Friday, May 6, 2011

the unpainted

If a painted man escapes his frame, he loses everything. Outside the context of his paint-world, undefined by adjacent shapes and shades of flattened pigment two dimensions becoming three, he is shallow, he is by definition without depth. He has no essence. He is disappearance. Apparition. The laws of counterfeit perspective cast no shadows against the reality, past the prison of the rectilinear.

1 comment:

  1. An introduction for stories to come?

    I got a lot of thinking out of this one, so thanks for that.