My favorite painting, the process of going from the character with laser eyes, to the Casper vibe fucked up robot, into his expression was an unconscious string. One that contains information that is as valid as real, as anything else we see around us. Tangibility is a different question.
Imagine you received a Rubik’s Cube, and the shifts of the cube came with the package, its solver showed you the path I need to take — you took it and found an outcome.
Which outcome did I receive?
Which is the real outcome?
I recieved a Rubik’s cube— and those said shifts, but my cube’s shift was the outcome I was looking for. When you change what you look at, what you look at changes.
This is the incomplete beauty of the unkown, unknowns.