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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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Within
The Cross
The Grid
The Circle


Solidification of the seasons.
Stability in each direction.
Meanification of all elements.
Salvation through sacrifice.
Punishment to capitalize civilization.

To thrive and to protect our interests.
To maintain global military and economic order.




When belief becomes actuality.
Belief in space aliens.
Belief in ghosts.
Belief in powerful symbols.

The mindless mass
And evil forces. 

The deep state.
of scientific coverups. 

Those who cannot be seen.
In their secret places.



The Cell-Grid Sphere

From only seeing things. 
To knowing things.
Requires unshackling.

Then taking the action.
To realize your cell of truth is bound within another's grid.
A grid that belongs to a sphere of commanding respect.

Their chains point us in one direction.
Their cosmos.
Their order of the human being
To our norm.
Our place.
Our comfort.
Our willingness to accommodate their order.

Knowing discomfort is in the dismissal of seeing.
Knowing is to experience their sphere of wrath.
Through their ignorance.
Their well-ordered judgments.
Their order of a no better life.
The order that cannot be killed.


Utilizing advanced technologies 
Flexible performance 
Scalable
Systemic security
Maintaining hierarchical surveillance


Know Your Cell


Living in this new world
Know your prison in greater detail
Than your warden
The significance 
And the reason 
To take action


Know Your Cell 
Watch for the inconsistencies
In your behavior
Yourself as embodied
Your organization 
Your response and reactions
Until you can dissociative from your state
In your own circular time



Just like clockwork
I realized 
I was devouring the menu
I was not eating the dinner
This being my construct


Seeing
Experiencing
Creating
Prepare the situation

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Music by JJFBbennett
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