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Bodies of the last kind - is this the one we seek?
In the acceptance of a weathered man and woman, the image of the last kind, may be one. Where it starts and ends. Mathematically, I am inclined to believe that we are within a strait of zeroes that riddle us to consider its concepts as within a universal law of type.
This type is able to encounter its time and space as a tool to expand into the universe for its purpose. Body of universal laws gather, and we accept a weathered man and woman as capable to explain our extent into unknowing obstacles and create bodily harm to heal from. Not necessarily to its repaired state. The universe would rather begin at these repaired states, to find the conclusive kind of body it needs for the last time.
In the article written by Meg Elison "The Last Body Problem" with Uncanny Magazine she references how authors have arrived at the last human theories and emotional phases relating content providers in their loneliness. The absence of contact, death, depression, age of relation to self from machine, and our place in the universe as a body itself, provided her inclusive cloak its light-hearted days a peek at what the tortured frail over.
Open the Body like a Book
This task is delightfully haunting and remains secret within our development as a type of being. The phrase 'being' refers to an active state in existence that is defined per person. The book for body content, however, determines thematically descriptive scenery to embody universal connections to captivate our essence as significant and momentous.
Problematic for a body book created solely for an intended audience of one can lead a demystifying effect on the authors legacy as an invited custom to lead with conversation central to boldly stated. This is no body that would escape task in any talented author.
A collection of work is a library and, in each piece, there is a body. The image of them unfolds onto the floor of the library, growing vast with space to know each other thoroughly before the reader can greet them. Customarily, we grow tired and make it faster, less appealing, and speed through. It is not the bodies that appeal to us, but the expansion of space in the library. Themed hallways, rooms, decor, paintings, quiet conversations, staff, directory, tools, and our awkwardly lone discovering that find its only warmth in the cold echoes we perk towards like wilted plants with a horizonal beam that feeds us again for a moments time.
The gathered evidence reveals that Earth is a mystery to explore and in each of our bodies is a customary essence we roam freely with. It is the entire phrase we know as our title and we lay flat like a stone and sink into the library for another reader to pick us up, brand new again. Throw me this time! Splashes in the garden are made so the dank windows can be cleaned for sunlight to grow fresh air in the genres of creative for then, but not now. They wait for the mystery child, young adult, fixed groom, and runaway bride to find them and whisper to their windows 'it is okay to break them' with what was old, may not be renewed without that breaking window - an epiphany! That is the name of the libraries essence and it is up to the reader to break it, within themselves, before they leave its beautiful collections.
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Refinement of art collections prefer the story to be told like it was the first time explaining the remembrance of a dream. Those were the days when imagination and belief blurred reality upon the first encounter of coincidence, Deja vous, or luck. The test of real evidence connected belief of intangible values that gravitated in creativity.
We are surrounded, encouraged, and promoted to sell artwork for the modern appetite that keeps us plenty and full of colors, shapes, abstract interpretations, skill, and most recently, technique. Digital arts also make it difficult for the skill of art to remain in high value for competitive markets that want to be reclaimed - scout artists in avenues with galleries that hold personal artists in high regard and demand their retail to stay atop digital editing. This is a personal investment.
High society, friends, partners, and donations seek eyes that can note their intangible values to attract attention that speaks volumes of notes not all can attune to. Marble cased colors that crack paint score marks reveal lead scents that shrill poison up close. The odd urge to lick the painting upon inspection is reminded, yet again, the brilliant child in your artistic essence is critically examining one thing: is it real.
This momentous occasion for revealing a body of artistic work gathered for your amusement and critique are applauded on behalf of the designing swathe of indirect strategists that collate in presence of their new environment. We will hear your body language, the instructions of their inner artist for the company of
silhouette shiners to limelight your style, as they are boldened in theirs. Approval or not, it creates the work of our time to be changed by its story. Creativity Inspires What?
Verbs of adjectives do what to creativity when it is bought for cleanliness? The hand-painted and skillful allure are dirtied in opinion as we fight objections to rally protests against embedded marketing strategies. These wars are occurring within our environment, and we do not pose, bolden in company, or talk about their story upon us. I can guarantee you, if you do not recognize this in yourself, and if this shattered you to believe me while in my small collection of work - I can guarantee you it will be superimposed in Uncanny Magazine. Check it out.
