Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks
Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks

Yesterday, Mudder and I did our booth at a local craft fair. I got bored and decided to loiter a bit and met a local artist (Who, incidentally, is the brother in-law of an old co-worker of mine). We were talking and he said that he wanted to do the fair so that other people can see and it can exist and live. He explained that to him, if he sees a picture on a computer and not a physical copy, he questions if it's really there, if it's really alive and that he does fairs so that others can see his work and have it exist and live.

I, having grown up with an artist and choosing not the brush this aside as crazy, thought about it. I told him that if it the picture makes a person feel something, then it's real. As a book reader and lover, I have to imagine that these people and that world exists. I have to feel draw to those people and worlds. I have felt so draw into a book that when I put it down, I felt like I was dropped back into my own world. To me, Anne Shirley exist because I've cried and cheered with her and she helped me see the world in a different light. If you don't feel anything, then it might the equivalent to Cheese Whiz: It's there but artificial.


So I wanted to ask you all the same question: When is art (Music/movies/books/etc) or anything real and alive to you.

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