Sure, some questions first.
1. How many augmented realities will there be? And whom will be part of which? Can we all be part of the same augmented reality?
2. If we're all part of one large AR platform will there be real estate on the ether space?
3. Will creators of AR objects, visualizers, art, some new idea receive revenue from viewers?
4. How about graffiti AR?
5. Or a real time hacker hijacks your visualizers with slight tweaks to manipulate?
6. Addiction concerns?
6.1 boredom concerns
7. It's too late to not only stop, but slow down.
Seems like with AR the real time creators shall now be the highest sought after commodity. Leaving behind concepts, streaks, lines, etc.
I have about 1,234,566,6,677 more questions, and only a handful of answers.
Light show conference, traveling with protected existences, had questions in my head that I then re questioned, they became quite ASAP.
Conference was intense with respect and education and appreciation and inquisitiveness. Colors were oozing from the speaker, the dealer, and a fog machine too. Fake dream, how did the dream know this reality of mine?
Shareda parachute last minute, falling for days though.
Landed in a unicorn festival, asked about books, books were illegal here, drugs were read.
Then came upon my other lover again, we kissed.
A suicide costs - to be continued below below
Cost to raise a child - tocontinued below
hypothesis; birth is worth more than death.
Cost of a soldier? based on nation
I'm not going to write this report, not sorry.
Torando of art, swept the conference room, large, with places for audiences and creators and combiners, I got a large piece of paper and three to four blue hues of color crayons. Was taken out of the dream before I could create. First I asked for a paper, wasn't responded to so I moved on, and found a large piece to create on. Before the tornado hit We were supposed to meet with a very iportant person, I just wanted to see what was going on in the lecture, and it was art, the dream world loves the art! Then just combines it. Had a phone, communication device, didn't work the way I liked it so It got losted. Was a dual screen, also didn't enjoy cooporation, no cooporation no honey bunny sweet cutie pie of marshmallow pie apple crust, burnt, obviousyl, to taste the crunch.
Before that event, i was with the other homies, hombre,s comradeds, comprades, friends, males, they tried to get me in trouble again, they always try to get me into trouble, named me by my name too, how atrocies, it was aokay though, we were only involved in some dream stuff, wasn't shit, was platinum malkovite, lots of plans made.
Before that, many more dreams, didn't write them down, not my job, sharing is also must get paid to get an idea of many dream realities.
Sure I can take the time to think my dreams through, although I'm in shock, anxiety, fear, and loathing, as the great novel of johnny deep portratied ins the movie.
Maybe if I ever once felt safe, sorta a lie, I feel safe 0.001% of the time. Maybe then we can allow once our's feel secure. Only a sentence yet much more.
Thanks for making him feel safe 0.001% of the time i guess.
Your title says much, and yet not enough, let's expand on much.
Slimy, smooth, oozing, with smiles and the sharpest teeth sparkling white glistening with goo. It bit me, so i fucking bit back, then we all started biting, then our guardian came in and said no biting so we bit her too!
The skin was more of a jelly wish feel that didn't sting, then new contouring ligaments would enter the existence from the the thing, I'll name it Seventiescha' , not quite reminicent of the 60's but more of the movies from the sci fi before the 80's era. Quite specific. But then I was all oozed up and couldn't be grabbed onto, then we built a house. Bought some sheep, chickens, and legumes. The farm house. Our friends were there too, family had their own business to take care of. Then seventies84 started a business. I was surprised. Not really though, had my own agendas to take care of.
Scene went to black long ago, and into a new dimension dream, like a rising sun 13th century mansion, in one room. Then we escaped, had to swim throw lots of water, whatever. end of post.
I was there.
First of all,
Fuck you ,
For treating my, mine, as a dog, cat, he's a human with a her spirit, to stay a human,
Fuck you all, for treating like you all know.
Sorry. Not all me.
Try to train me like a woof woof meow meow, or a lizard, or anything else than a human being.
Calm down misour mr. Okay. It's a long road, distance is choose a word.'
Thats him. Me?
Fruit for the eyes, veggies for the mind.
An eternity, abundance of existence.
Friction to the fiction. Reality be.
Leverage the leviathan, position for prosperity.
Fuel the love, feed the monster, caress the self.
I guess dreams are secrets, an #artform with a #director.
Would rather write a story about lockers and boxes and tassels being unloaded. We sure did take our time, that one day, the door rang, and kept on ringing, was supposed to wake up, wasn't supposed to open the door and see the other person with my other person in the room now both persons saw each other, at least we took our time answering the door. Then we should have never answered, being rude I suppose is better than being kind in many unique situations. A rudeness or a snuff may is just a no, a nice is just a yes, both can be faked I suppose.
Anyways then more other people showed up to un pack and un load. They were trying to go fast. What for? only lucifer herself knows. Me? I took my time. Why? only the 76th dimensional god knows. Back to these? Oh well, basic, oblivion and existence.
Soul #confirmed, definition up in the air.
Why not write about art? .... I am.
we are marketing old school style.
just wait,worse than cotchellaj.
Not pherets, but terets, dur dur dur, expletive. Cmon, it's a dis, on the system, haha, got the joke and got sad, haha, your sad too. whatever. #emotions
Intelligence, wee feel too, thanks for understanding, now to the future.
#marketing #advertising #invest
If money is intelligence, what is emotions? Broke? No stupid, it's the other money.
Poetry# nice save. thanks.
oh yeah money. #human slaves, no money, hunt, capture, walk, another system. #system #poetry
#technology , wrong, for most, right for some, like a puppy to a kitty to a computer to a human to snake to a wave to a broadcast. #advertising
No pheerets. Wild catds, domesteicated, throw out in the wild, willy died. freedome at last!
Jjust by my art. I need money. Everything here has been typed with 49,212,345,321 minutes of precise drafts. I burnt the drafts. They don't exist anymore.
#burningman #musicfestival #invest #cfo #think #feel
Lots of words, more new ones to be made (oh, ah, eh), venacular, and vocabular.
Then the vidion, (vision) creatures who feel too, and see, and smell. What about those that don't as much, are they retarted? Yes, retarted, to the max, to the max of the retardeation.
Daredevil, smoke and screen.
Art is made since the creation of begininon, of music. There are new trailers, new movies, an old movie does not exist, because it's gone, probably not in our existence, those that saw, witnessed, but now we have new movies, with a new circle, a new paranthesis, gone, witnessed, now a treat for those who saw, or felth, on felt paper. A fabric to be sustained. Not manipulated, however, abbreviated, to a new outcome, to an old situation, that comes in, just be read, be well versed, yes there is no getting ready for the new, only okay, this is what we do. A poet.
A poetry, of a poem, of an art, to be spliced together, edited, by the director, in the green room, you're up buddy buy, okay put me in coach, okay, just follow the rules? what? okay, just a competition with rules. A reality with existence.
#art #marketing #advertising
Sometimes the editors just wait their turn, lots of editors, lots of directors, lots of actors, lots of realities, so hard to believe, if there is one there must be two, otherwise oblivion? With motion why not stillness? too many questions, with much more answers for each observer, to observer, and comment. Search youtube comments, search twitter, a comment is an accpetence of the self, a situation will arrise, you oh you bet your sweet pippy it will. Without a situation, there is no outcome. othwersie, that's right, spellcheck.
Entities, the gods, of spiritual , material, all the sudden, no more . NO MORE they say, yeah right i say. They agree, and i go , I go fast, slow, maticulasuse, mallasus, sap. then blitzkriegh style of the bubblies, open up the beer, open up the champaigne, open up the lighter to light up the cig of the green, of the pebbles of the crystals, Fumes of the perfect temperatute. No words to describe the pixels the pixels, they come they stay, they don't go. oh, the circular, always spins. Kicked out, not welcomed, always come by on your own time. It's okay. Yeah right. Yeah right, i won't ever be back, no handle your own. Sorry, not too much, you've done enough.
New movie with the same history.
Old lyrics, new song, new future, based on the words of the old. the lines, the looks, the sleep. Wake up, wake them up, it's too late, too late for this verbinance. vibratin, sorry, sure.Who says sorry. No one. we'll move one, stay sorry, stay happy, stay between, the reading of the lines. Poetry.
Poet. Artist. Creation of the destoryer. If oblivion existed, we wouldn't. Oblivion is a fallacy. Period,
Pleasure to some has alwas been pain. Give them pleasure, give them more pleasure, they an't handle our pleasure. So much pleasure to the twinky winky dinky trinky blinky crinky linky bitlinky to the make the url short code. Lots of competition, to the self, of the the click click, cliack clack, eat a snake sausege, youm rough and course, give me a skunk meat taste. Apples are so patte' passe.
A career dude, not emough muscle to be a buddy man boy. No no take your time, theres lots of stars, one earth, the stars move, sure the earth is circular, look at the moon, and see four creascents, sometimes 27. 27 !!!!?????!!!??? that's some number question. sure is.
A new line of the circle, shows up, prove me i backspaced this entier article and rewrote it to make it sound intelligent. Prove me I'm right.
Don't worry about the after ever, make this one an example of what's possible. Let the ever after then decide after the ever. Poetry, such a poet. Budum dum.
The circle never shows up to anyone. Lucky. Thanks. It's a beautiful ring, quite abstract. I wish I could explain. We'll explain for you misour mr. dude. Thanks but I'm a man. heheheh, nice smile, mir dude man. Perfctly executed, now take my hand.
Wash with soap, and shampoo, and conditioner, and rinse twice, and use 9 paper towels, and then a blow dryer, and then spine thrice, and spit on your hands, and then rinse. Oka now clean hands. Just joking, /jk .Too much hahah's? no, not enough, we can't breath, give us a second, to laugh it all out, ... we mean laugh it in. okay outside is like the colder inside, without ac until the outside is cold and the inside ahs a heater. then the outside is outside and the inside needs ac. A person of humans. Lots of them.
We don't even want to start divulging aobut the buppy dogs and citty kats. Thsoe city kats are alll like we to metropolitan, and the woofs woof are like I just bark at stuff I like and don't like. It's just a bark to us you bubby dog, the cats meow, both understood, because we know.
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#dimensions #dreams #reality
#art #artwork marketing
# need to keep constant, and consistently constant with the market
There are a few art fairs coming up, have you seen the schedule? They are beautiful schedules and talks not televised. #Unique
Sometimes even before the weekends, artwork needs a break, although it never has a break. Art is art. And work is artwork. Even in fun, marry poppins supercalifrajalistickespialgoschious .
Classic artwork is signed by a signature.
Contemporary artwork is signed with a data stamp from a picture, posted online, sent through phone, any digital stamp.
A certificate of authenticity may also ease the mind of buyers, perhaps a print out of a screenshot of the data from a picture. Pictures now capture time, date, location, and any other info within the digital footprint.
For a contemporary art collector a first image taken of the artwork is almost, no IS MORE IMPORTANT, than the date and signature of the painting.
A signature on the actual image, in my personal opinion, defiles the work. Sorry, in the modern and classical, and post war, and Renaissance, and classical, and pre-historical eras a signature may have been necessary,
More down the rabbit whole, rabbit hole (spell check please, okay), if an art piece has the ability to be replicated by hand or by a printer, it's not original. some lines and brush strokes are just impossible to duplicate. Come very close, yes, Thats why so many prints are in museums and the real things are stored away, just joking, they are the real things. If us feelers can feel them, they are real, Now come in the feelers of art, yup, we exist. NOT SORRY. We can feel
The eye can see, we can feel authenticity, yum, hmmmmm. And we can also fake the authenticity if necessary.
I get off track again, it's okay, not buddy boy, sorry, friend, that's better. Call me a buddy is acalling you a bitch, FUCK YOU GO TO HELL and fuck someonelse. Sorry, I get off track.
Buy authentic artwork, buy prints, because even prints are authentic, buy limited edition, buy unlimited quantities, buy online (there are data tracks) buy in person the eyes can tell, the feelers can exist (to avante garude, the feelers can feel, too basic) whatever.
Now, what sites, what person, what venue, and gallery, what fair, where do we buy from. Cliche, let the heart lead you, not let me tell you. Buy my friends artwork, and my enemeis, but don't buy mine.
My artwork is all reproduced. Self promotion time, yaya :) :) :) :).
So, to summarize my intro. authenticity counts for nothing. Buy one fake piece of artwork, and is it worth more if there is one duplicate and one fake and one original? where did the fake come from? Earth, LOL, yeah earth.
Anywho, any how, summirize, I want to write a story instead of a guide on how to buy stuff which is already bought, now how to resell a bought item, well thats the tricky part, how to part with it? Do we burn it, no, that's sad, unless a digital print exists, and your spiritual, I'd rather tear a piece up and throw in the dirt to decompose, yet a burn of artwork will take the carbons into the eather, other principials, then it wont be shared anymore. Originals were shared to a few, now how many artisits originals are gone forever?
how many artists originals are gone forever?
A bare wall in a home is like a naked man or a fully dressed women, sunglasses to no heels. Not quite tasteful, not quite tasteful at all.
Stepping into a home and seeing a persons or familys first art choice makes a bold statement. Even if you don't ever have guests over. The first sight into a door should be a welcoming place, where you feel like yourself, express yourself to yourself. Or express yourself to others by expressing your tastes. #SHARE , we learned how to show and tell, then for whatever reason that practice finished. Sure we show and tell some times, mostly to our close acquaintances, every now and then open up to new people. Let art handle the first level of expression
Now for an office, law firm, advertising agency, construction work site, engineering office, architect firm, landscape, why not let the employees show of their tastes? If they want to... NO make it manditory (just joking, hehehe). Any who many people need constant stimulation to be productive, and still life imagination stimulation is the best. No windows? no problem, blamo put up a jackson pollock, take that window. Or better yet an eichelberg or ken wonders, or an expressionism piece, or a baroque, don't know artists names? No worries, just search, lots of products out there.
Many local cafe's choose artwork all around, ask them.
Purchase on amazon, ebay, artsy, saatchi etc.
The best is having a personal collection,
Sure augmented reality will most likely replace the idea of owning an original piece (or probably just make them more valuable, how valuable? exponentitially, there are articles out there read them, i may talk about investment in art sooner or later).
Home, work, office, car, we all like to express.
Artists like to create, don't take advantage of this fact too much. Because there was a time when we stopped creating and just destroyed, And we didn't like it, necessary, for sure, the unwritten history of the ages.
I haven't started to talk about how the AI is now addicted to certain works of art. Off tangent.
Decorate your wall space, rotate the pieces, or find the perfect spot for them. It's art, and you bought it, and it's yours.
Carcassonne, trust me on this one. It's got enough randomness factor, strategy, and tactics.
Can people read your mind? Probably not, but why chance it.
Now, you all may be asking yourselves, your sweet sweet hot selves, what do boardgames have to do with art... well everything. That's more of a philisophical statement as all is art, especially favorites. Favorites are so artful, but I'm getting off track a bit. That always happens, psych!
Okay so the rules are simple enough to teach and learn, there are videos, watch them.
Uhm, yeah. I just really like this game. Other games I like are settlers and twilight struggle. Those can be cheated though.
When is enough too much? or when to stop with the line work? How much information do we need? More? Less? Always more is the answer maybe? is the question so important or the answer less so valuable? Who is asking? or is it Whom? for the grammer nazi perhaps? or the other socialists perhaps there's a chance for them to recollect? Is there a place for us whom have no answers? Only more questions?
Question 1? what happens with the answers after Question 3 gets asked?
Maybe you can answer me now? But but but do you want to answer me with a lie or a truth? or what is this place to be a part of ?
Is beauty in only one eye of the beholder? Or how much are all these questions worth in monetary value? Whom shall answer me thus? I have all the answers? but no questions? Obviously that could be the truth?