You know, this with names and such. It's one thing what one's called and another what one's actual name is. Almost ten years ago I made this painting as a formula to find out my name.
So, a few days back something happen(ed/s) which started the meta-mechanics of the painting (probably that someone soon buys it, reads it correctly and thus triggers it). So I found out my name, and a many faceted abstraction it is. This is how it looks like from one point of view:
- No, no, no, says the old man who sits beside the road on a bench and looks, you can't do it that way, and waves his hands crosswise.
- Oh, yes I can, says I, tinkering wit
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