i was almost an abortion

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

pixelated broken down threads of what was once something great

1,000 years from today, when the earth has been glazed over with ice and humankind has had to find another place to live...when there is not a single Kardashian left, someone will discover remnants of what and who we are today. they will study it closely, dissect it and uncover the things we hold most dear, as well as the things we try to hide. 

what will they find out about you?

                   fuck off bitch.
"I have never been one to try and copy what other artists have done. in fact, except for what i know about classic art, i am literally retarded when it comes to modern art and why it's relevant in the first place...i don't look at magazines, what for, they all suck. other photographers who inspire me are usually dead already." me

Sometimes i'll be sitting around, bored out of my head, (a.d.d.) and in front of the computer, when i'll start fucking with some of my old images and wind up creating a new look.
i tend to see things i've done in the past, as exactly that, my past, and so like to give them a tinge of another time, like they are seen by someone in a thousand years, on some old computer that someone found in a tomb and they can't even figure out how it works. when they hit the on button, the screen is pixilated, the color tube has been blown out and there is obvious damage to the machine, so it only shows a worn down sketch of the actual image, which is now, either striped of it's color or because of some malfunction in the viewing monitor, it colorizes it in some tweaked out way that, in fact, is very beautiful, in it's own way.
Nothing lasts forever, so they say, but there are remnants and pieces of what's been done before floating through our unconsciousness all the time, and of course, we don't even know it. so, possibly, these images that were once glossy magazine quality, are a million years from now, nothing but pixelated broken down threads of what was once something great, and when the viewer tries to analyze it, they will read into it, probably something completely different than it was ever intended to be.

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