ld 35, originally uploaded by crumplestiltskin.
When I’m sitting photoshopping away, as I seldom seem to do any more, I realise that what I’m seeing on the screen is not a horizon, bricks, eyes or fingers. It’s bits and pixels, spots of cyan and magenta, 1s and 0s spewing out in a matrix, a language of colour and light that my eyes have grown to understand. But when I look out of my window and see a real horizon, how is that any different from a jpeg? Dimensions aside, all I’m seeing is particles and matter, reflecting light in different ways, arranged into shapes I’ve learnt to call a horizon. One thing I can never know is if you translate those shapes and colours into the same language as me.
Is my blue your pink?
