Portraits are transient. Consumable. Just a glimpse, a fragment, a perceived paradigm.
Portraits are solid. Permanent. A piece of someone, representative of a complex and beautiful whole.
For painter and viewer, author and reader alike, they can be quick and dirty, or can take a lifetime to even attempt comprehension.
They make everyone a student and a teacher.
They are both simple and complex, full of meaning and meaningless.
They represent the whole, and the whole represents them.
They are real, authentic, purposed. They are fake, flimsy, and dilute.
They are an attempt. An ultimate success. An ultimate failure.
They are an opening from one to another, bit they close doors as well.
In all of this, they are a process. A beginning, a means, a problem, a solution, an end, and a beginning.
I feel smart, yet the portrait has always made me feel dumb. For months, Toni has done what I could not comprehend, yet here I stand, determined to find them, and let them find me.
Ready... set....
Portraits are solid. Permanent. A piece of someone, representative of a complex and beautiful whole.
For painter and viewer, author and reader alike, they can be quick and dirty, or can take a lifetime to even attempt comprehension.
They make everyone a student and a teacher.
They are both simple and complex, full of meaning and meaningless.
They represent the whole, and the whole represents them.
They are real, authentic, purposed. They are fake, flimsy, and dilute.
They are an attempt. An ultimate success. An ultimate failure.
They are an opening from one to another, bit they close doors as well.
In all of this, they are a process. A beginning, a means, a problem, a solution, an end, and a beginning.
I feel smart, yet the portrait has always made me feel dumb. For months, Toni has done what I could not comprehend, yet here I stand, determined to find them, and let them find me.
Ready... set....
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