guess bored web surfers which rest at the behest or by accident, on the pages of a website of yet another artist who has transcended the boundaries of the traditional way of presenting.
I see them click on the menu, pause for a moment on his biography, publications.
And then run to look for some pictures. Strong, funny, provocative.
few mouse clicks. A laugh, an eyebrow is raised, a yawn. And the digital work remains open, silent for a few seconds. But the work would scream that the glance is not enough. Who was born with pain, which is filled of pride that sometimes becomes shame. That's not how it should go, that's how it went. That has limits, or limits exceeded them again, but not enough. What is the bearer of sensations.
But it remains there, bound in the damn low resolution. In the limited space, ten, twenty times smaller than it was designed. And that nuance that reflected the particular light or color, that figure in the background is so tiny. These details are inevitably lost.
For the occasional viewer of the Web is unknown details that will never see. The depth of the conceptual and aesthetic detail of a work is sacrificed so, from a fleeting glance.
Then you close the browser, change the address of the visitor, another site. How many artists screaming, how many works are silent.
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