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Posted December 16th, 2024, Written Febuary 25th, 2024

In any one static preception, a cluster of discrete and platonic form. Each object unattached and unmuddled, any particular association or relationship dryly defined and relegated to an angled or boxed overlap

In a single glance, every object seen is already labeled, catergorized and presented, though the word "labeled" is perhaps a misnomer, as the brutal and elemental sensing of these materials, girded by shape, dismisses the realm of symbol or semantic as distraction from perception.

Like a video game monitor breathed in through strained defenseless needy eyes, or any simulated [purity], the unreal eschews representation and obliterates countervalence, or any evidence to the contrary. Viewed from the safety of distance, spaces such as these- or at least the idea of these spaces- can in fact coexist alongside other colors. But make no mistake, to compromise or contradict this space is to murder it, it's integerty will rupture.

Like a hung painting, the life and love of this palce will come from a place behind the eyes.