The solidity of the objects represented, painstakingly
Made paper thin
From time
Cracking, flaking
Inches or millimeters thick?
Time, the undisputed equalizer of all things
When do we ever stop
And look at the trees
Swaying
Against a clear
Midday sky
It feels out of time
But it is the definition
Of being present
Of being
It's a quick flip to phony philosophy
(human being, not human doing)
Of fast cars, big houses, money, sex, power
But I feel that being
Is a rejection of everything
It's nothing
Non-productive
No actions or consequence
No reward
Just being
That's why I like a Chardin still life.
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