alternate universes
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Some say the universe is infinite. And that there are many such alternate or parallel universes. Multiversa ad infinitum.
Some of them are similar to our own. Most are different in every way.
If you imagine something, then that thing must exist somewhere in the multiverse, otherwise the multiverse wouldn’t be infinitely large. (It would be infinitely large, minus the thing you just imagined. Therefore not infinitely large. So that thing, in fact every thing, has to exist. Or the theory is toast.) Which means that everything depicted here is actual reality. Somewhere.
Sometimes when parallel universes coincide, time cubes appear to jump from one to the other. Sometimes space cubes. Sometimes other effects are observable. Or at least imaginable. And therefore real.
Sometimes I dream about a world in a parallel universe that’s just like this one, except that bullshit, hypocrisy, greed and violence are not the prevailing forces. But I have no idea how to paint that.
Just in case the words on the images are difficult to read on your screen, here they are –
coincident mondriverses
when parallel but unphased mondriverses coincide, cavitational vibrations occur, things tumble out of place and the chips fall where they may
kiss my ring
Annoyed by the unceasing revelations regarding his criminal protection of child-raping priests, ex-pope Joey “the rat” Ratzinger broke his vow of silence with a letter in which he denied any wrong doing. His message to the victims has not changed.
never mind the pollocks
who started it don’t remember don’t matter i’ll keep going over their shit long as they keep going over mine vendetta might never
end sure there’s other walls who cares – Michael Rothko
he’s just an asshole – Johnson Pollock
private fight
is this a private fight or can anyone get in? – Mick Rothko
only at that moment did it occur to him that if he painted the outline of the letters before the colour field, he’d not only get a more cohesive image, but he’d also save some paint
the tyranny of typography
exhausted by the formal tyranny of typograffi, mario rothko dreamed of a universe where colour alone would be a valid throw up
i found a horse
i was incredibly hungry. then i found a horse