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The Metamodern Smudge: Seeing Growth on the Frame

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  The Metamodern Smudge: Seeing Growth on the Frame My use of the phrase "Fingerprint on the frame" functions as a metamodernist artifact. From my perspective, metamodernism oscillates between modernist sincerity and postmodern irony, and this concept sits precisely at that intersection. It recognises that the artwork within the frame is a construction, while also valuing the human touch that created it. More than just recognition, it is the fundamental identifier.  In this space, the smudge is not just an artistic signature; it is a map of personal growth. It reveals the traces of our experiences and the impact of our interactions with the world around us. The transparency of glass symbolises the invisible cultural conditions that shape our perspectives, allowing us to see through to the complex realities that influence our creativity and expression. This interplay creates a deeper understanding of both the art and the artist, acknowledging that every mark left behind tells ...
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Ghosts Behind The Wall

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There are ghosts behind the wall
Our veil of security
Our collective power
Our freedom to consume
The force is behind the delusion


There is an ancient behind the door.
As considered behind the door.
But has appropriated before the door.
At the same time.
Coexisting on either side of the spectrum.
Whether the door is closed.
Whether the door is open.
Whether you are imprisoned.
Whether you are free.



A Red Ghost Behind the Door 

It has collected the intelligence.
My capabilities, 
My intentions, 
And my activities.
It understands my secrets.
It will protect its own.
It is independent of public scrutiny.


Three Red Ghosts behind the Wall

Identifying the semblance of a military-related threat
Blurring the truth
Actioning propaganda of exacerbation

Fixating the populous
Spinning the back door as the front door
Tracking your intellectual property
And mining you the consumer as the product


Five Red Ghosts in Blue Space

As an irrepressible force approaches an immovable object.
The strong sense entrapment.
And will sacrifice in fear of losing place.
And will sacrifice the weakest in the alliance.
To reclaim moral purpose. 
To validate their title.
Their world order.


Two corporate giants.
Stand prepared. 
To identify a genuine threat. 
And cut down any disruption.
Any cultural insurgency of size and momentum.
That threatens profit.

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The Ghosts Behind The Wall 



The ownership of everything.
By those who have accumulated sufficient wealth.
To invest in their power and privilege.
To suppress intellectual dissent.
And destroy the mass.
Of their resiliency 
Of their voice.

All that remains is the voice of the elite.
Who form captured bureaucracies.
Who form captured corporations.

Until doctors, scientists, academics, and teachers are contained.
And whistle blowers are removed as fringe rage.
When knowledge is subservient to the functional use of the authority.



The mindless mass
And evil forces. 


 







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