Cargo cult.
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Photographic technology; Cruse 3D Scanner. Technique: Giclée / Medium: Canvas, Canson Infinity / Editions: 250 / Year of production: 2023 / Signed : Yes / Certificate: Certificate of Authenticity.
When the iron curtain finally fell, a load of attributes of a new formula of happiness fell on the head of the new man, exposed to the winds of change.
The enticing transatlantic shimmering and the song of sirens with their nasal voices from video salons formed semantic patterns for a whole generation who wished to somehow get its Golden Ticket to that dimension. Now it was possible to take off the armored jacket and enjoy the forbidden fruit. However, it was the prohibition on the fruit that gave rise to the cult of such one. Glossy pictures, which only yesterday served as an impregnable guarantor of existential fulfillment, today turned out to be within walking distance, perhaps causing confusion.
Tired of his heroic deeds, Hercules took off his mask and appeared to be Zeus in disguise, the king of the New Olympus, whose star-striped shadow with a Styrian accent covered half the world.
Generation P, who had time to enjoy Brodsky, changed his collections to the Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding, and complimentary passes to the Mariinsky Theater for tickets to the video salon. Time was running out as if it were golden sand of money, which could be used to purchase a more expensive watch, giving the right to come to both the parties of the celestials and the daughters of men.
Clay Mercedes and straw planes could be easily purchased with new vouchers. This did not stop one from enviously worshiping fighter planes made of super-strength straw and Mercedes made of clay from the Dead Sea... At least no one forbade looking at the world through the new bamboo glasses catching the ebony gaze of someone for whom a platinum Rolex and a broken Seiko in the hair show the same time, in the face of which even the star-striped Zeuso-Hercules, bending the wooden arc of time and becoming its axis, was yoking thought and balance together. A yoke is a frame fitted to a person’s shoulders to carry a load in two equal portions, and in this picture it serves as a lever for transferring the severity of thoughts (more precisely, a difficult choice) ‒ there is nothing on both ends of the yoke. In this picture, the balance point of the yoke is not the shoulders, but the head ...