Just as with the penetrating darkness a person loses their physical form and consciousness, just as a map is filled with cracks and the landscape is pierced through and through by wormholes, so too does the figure and portrait begin to disappear from Oipooik's paintings... only mutants remain.
Oipooik has no rules. Only phenomena.
Every phenomenon has a name, every name is a mistake.
Every mistake is sacred.
Silence is a full contribution to the discussion ...
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