Why do I love pictures like this? Because they are like shifting sands; just when you think your footing is secure the earth moves under your feet (which would be a splendid song title, would it not?) Wanting to know exactly what something is, what it means, what its boundaries are, is a sad, dismal affliction that I am happy to have never suffered from. So you can throw this beautifully ill-defined stuff at me anytime, and I'll always love how it makes me feel. It makes me feel curious. It makes me feel excited. It makes me feel a fresh feeling every time I look at it.
Some people say that they want a spectacular landscape blown up large and hung on their wall. Other people want a picture of a flawless face with improbably-windblown hair and grotesquely pimped eyes. Often it's the very same people. Poor bastards.
On my wall I love stuff like this, where the experience is never over.
Here's the proof; your picture is (near enough) on my wall right now.
Thank you.
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