pulvis et umbra sumus

The archeologist when I email them the entire Bee Movie script translated into Linear A (I have created the dumbest possible Rosetta Stone)

There's research that says art in person can affect us by triggering introspection because the phyiscal light and shadows hitting the texture of a painting changes the image and the experience in a way that printed or screen viewed art can not replicate. It's said that the minor shifts in those details is experienced by the brain in a way that mimics primal reactions to motion in wilderness that might alert us to movement in the woods, for example, that would directly affect our ability to survive.

that's so cool! I wasn't thinking of realism specifically in the first post, but this reminds me how I've definitely felt that realistic oil paintings, landscapes especially, capture light and atmosphere in a way that even the most skilled photographers haven't gotten to yet. Ultimately because our sight as we experience it isn't just two lenses, but the way our brain puts together details, memories, expectations, patterns, etc to make a scene, which no lense will ever be able to capture. Like, I can see a nice photo print and think "oh, nice mountains" but I don't get the feeling of actually being there. Seeing old masters depict places I've been to and have been relatively unchanged is so special.

when i younger i had a crush on a radio tower. like, a specific one. he was my tall red-eyed loverboy and every day on the way to and from school i would take comfort in the fact that my love was watching over me like a guardian angel. at one point he started appearing in my dreams as a many-voiced winged being of wires and dials. honestly i still think younger me had taste, but i know i'm mentally ill now so i can usually rationalize my way out of simping for a broadcast pylon.