This is not a pipe. In fact it is a painting. And a picture is a representation of something that exists, as in the case of this painting, or abstract, that exists in the mind of the author. The paintings are an expression of emotion (as indeed are all the arts, figurative or not) or an idea. That pipe is on the canvas in all likeness to a real pipe, but compared to this can not be hand held, smoke, and so on.
This blog is not me, but it is a more or less faithful, less than sincere in my point of view on the world.
And here you run out of similarity, since it would be a wishful thinking to equate art writers and posts in this blog. But I wonder why me put where everyone can read can lead you to believe that the undersigned has been disingenuous on this point, even a 'pretentious.
You might think, readers, if you do not consider it interesting what I'm talking about and as I say, sure I would not be driven by the low opinion of my work to publish this and other posts. À vous de
acres.
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