‘The photographic’ is the nothing. ‘The photographic’ is a metaphor. ‘The photographic’ is a metaphor for our love just as it is also a metaphor for the greenness of the trees. All ‘the photographic’ can teach us is that that’s how it is. Together we reached the door to the origin and now we must part ways.
The reality of the photograph is the same reality.
A painting is a painted photograph
Reality is a copy of nothing.
Anything ‘the photographic’ turns into pixels is necessarily real.
Sunflowers. July 2021, Portugal. Individual images sourced from the internet and incorporated into a montage by the author.