Another Lot of Art Bites the Dust

FORGOT THE TITLE, BUT NOT WHAT I WAS THINKING. MAY BE OF HER, FOR NOW. This piece is a composite of the ongoing power base in regards to the binary system we all live in, multiplicities of neurocircutries both in the physical and mental adhesion to impulse not realized until examination, then lost once again to another impulse replacing the other, or layering upon another, borrowed from the next circuits impulses. Ex. If you've seen a city from high up in the sky, you have then seen a common ' motherboard.' With one exception, in dimensional space as it is taught today. The idea of one thought as opposed to individual thought is defeated in the complexities of sex, a common mean when defined as current, or driving force in a two dimensional thought process, though some would argue in lue of languages as structure in the process itself, as an illusion in the third dimension, or how would we recognize each other or a difference. Ex. Machine? The only answer is that energy is a living constant or being. Short answer, thoughts live in travel, only. All thoughts, if observed.

In the center of the piece is a wording, ' I love my image.' This is true of anything man has made including images of outer space because it is based on the condition of our own optical network, even if enhanced or replicated in machinery or there programed visitatorial in relation to the designers. We are what we make and the conditions of which we emulate in the structure of form of thought experienced in travel between only a set of two. Some, four. So nothing is really seen outside of our selves in the sense of what is really out there because we mirror what we see, all that we see. Two dimensional. Constant, three is where you have been in the present. Immediate is yet to be explained, in our understanding of the illusion of time, thus distance and form in experience of our present, experienced there, here and now. In other words our thought process hasn't even caught up with our understanding of what is seen, here.

Destroyed June 9, 2009.