simulations are always obviously not the real thing. anything you can think of that uses the word simulation manifests some quirky, not-so-equivalent equivalency to the real thing, though simulations in the utilitarian sense are often used prior to the ability to use the real thing. flight simulators have become so sophisticated that perhaps they are an exception, but driving simulators will never reach the kind of operative level as flight for the sole reason that air traffic and road traffic are not even in the same licensing arena, nor are the extensions of the body which create the simulacral manifestation of travel that out performs any natural abilities like walking, running, skipping, rolling, shifting, jerking, pivoting, tucking, snapping, epileptic vibratory locomotivation, or other means of self propulsion.
but not spinning….
im not talking about spinning or gyrating. that would be ridiculous. Who would spin to get from point A to point B? I don’t know. I know of 34 indivials … or rather a group of 32 individuals and their 2 leaders who gyrated in ellipses all the way from Canada to the edge of the Milky Way over the course of a summer. They had #colluded with several top executives in the American Star Federation to be granted temporary embargo relief while wearing vanilla sweaters stitched in lilac and socks of silver lining so that the witness to the full blown fraud fiesta could be better assimilated after being drowned to death every winter without chocolate slacks or berry pants to to keep them covered and sweet to the mouth. Had spinning occurred all hell would have broke loose. #thaticantellyou
in this painting, the subject is set free from most activities involving current computer technology and their operating system softwares. Perhaps it is a dream come true. Perhaps it is a nightmare that all people have after gyrating from the center of a geographical parallelogram to it’s caramel nougat Christmas vest patterned race car with Italian manuscripts in seven Asian languages over the course of 38 minutes. Either way the subject objectively has no fucking hands. How they disembarked is not really indicated, nor are the hands visible, which suggests that perhaps there never were any. If the viscous red substances splattered about and roping in a pile from the openings at the ends of the subjects arms is blood, then maybe it’s just a #constant. This may not be a tragic narrative after all. I can also speculate that this flowing mess is food. Why? Because I am very hungry and want to eat some food. If that food comes out at the wrists, then I got no problem with that.
Maybe you know what’s going on here. The artist that painted this image is a Dutch-German Chocolate Cake from California and does not take responsibility for assumed content in any of his paintings. Generally speaking, assumed content coupled with exaggerated and gestural form is basically the approach. trying to critique some meaningful message or narrative from it can only end badly, so I suggest that you don’t try.
if you truly cannot help yourself, then leave a comment which specific“efficiently describes the size of the opening needed to place the money that will be `used to purchase this fine work.
*do not cut your hands off at the wrists thinking a viscous candy will poor from the opened ends that you can lap up or sell to children. Just don’t do it if for no other reason that it would be hard to use your touchscreen device.
★transcendentalaccidentalism★ 