In search of Culture, Saturation
There’s something beautiful in the richness of colors on a glossy photograph, an edited, purer rendition of what we wish we could have perceived in the shutter’s moment. It’s the same beauty you get turning your headphones up too loud– it’s over saturated sound, it hugs you, smothers you, forcibly affects your emotions, with no option of ignorance, of junking it. It’s the control, the ultimate control over yourself, in the only uninhibited way possible: by giving your total physical and emotional control over to the art, to the sound of your headphones, to the expression of the photograph, to the color of the sky. It is true that the only way to completely control your lucid experience is making the decision to control none of it, oddly active while drifting, dreaming.
Categorized as Art