immortality
i want to paint...all of it...capture every moment and represent it exactly the way it is...this is what this is, actually, capturing it and leaving it exactly the way it is...leaving it behind, for you and for them to see, to judge, to laugh at, to speculate on, to muse, to empathize with.....it's not too illogical. we all want to be remembered after we're gone...leave a legacy behind...
i wanted to alter the picture, however...i mean, it would still have it all, but minus the "bad" colors...selfish acts, cruel words, and god knows how many stupid mistakes...but those colors will still be there, waiting, on the pallate...and you can't just ignore them, so might as well use them to create something truthful, albeit not so pretty...
we create lists...lists of flaws and lists of qualities and smear them around...do's and don'ts...should's and shoudn't have's....successes and failures...all splotches of different size and dimensions and colors and proportions and magnitudes and weight and texture and tastes and smells and sounds...our grievances in bold heavily-leaded gray, our regrets in pale sour orange, our happiest moments in hues of sparkling fresh fuchsia and citrusy canary-chirping yellow...
i once had a genius idea for a mind-imaging machine...now, this is not to be confused with the already existing brain-imaging machine, for that is only used for fMRIs and PET scans and neuroscience...this would recreate what the MIND sees...images of your memories would flash on the screen as you sat on a reclining chair with wires attached to your head, your heart, your mouth, your nose, your finger tips, your toes and your genitalia...and the images would show what your MIND'S eye sees...there wouldn't be a need for cameras anymore, because this baby could show your kids exactly what all your friends looked like in high school, all you'd have to do is close your eyes, and ignore the hum of the machines that surround you...i should get to work on it...maybe it can be named after me...
the quest for immortality continues...forget fighting aging, we'll fight death altogether...we'll cheat it and scurry around the corner and hope that it misses us along its path of destruction...
if not, atleast we'll have left the paintings behind.
i wanted to alter the picture, however...i mean, it would still have it all, but minus the "bad" colors...selfish acts, cruel words, and god knows how many stupid mistakes...but those colors will still be there, waiting, on the pallate...and you can't just ignore them, so might as well use them to create something truthful, albeit not so pretty...
we create lists...lists of flaws and lists of qualities and smear them around...do's and don'ts...should's and shoudn't have's....successes and failures...all splotches of different size and dimensions and colors and proportions and magnitudes and weight and texture and tastes and smells and sounds...our grievances in bold heavily-leaded gray, our regrets in pale sour orange, our happiest moments in hues of sparkling fresh fuchsia and citrusy canary-chirping yellow...
i once had a genius idea for a mind-imaging machine...now, this is not to be confused with the already existing brain-imaging machine, for that is only used for fMRIs and PET scans and neuroscience...this would recreate what the MIND sees...images of your memories would flash on the screen as you sat on a reclining chair with wires attached to your head, your heart, your mouth, your nose, your finger tips, your toes and your genitalia...and the images would show what your MIND'S eye sees...there wouldn't be a need for cameras anymore, because this baby could show your kids exactly what all your friends looked like in high school, all you'd have to do is close your eyes, and ignore the hum of the machines that surround you...i should get to work on it...maybe it can be named after me...
the quest for immortality continues...forget fighting aging, we'll fight death altogether...we'll cheat it and scurry around the corner and hope that it misses us along its path of destruction...
if not, atleast we'll have left the paintings behind.
posted by sing-song @ 5:34 PM
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