What is art in the age of reproduction? Does the image of my majestic key deer not make you want to go out and paint one yourself? This painting is not mine, it is a photo of a painting found on a website. How inauthentic can you get. But it symbolizes what the deer represent. Their calm and friendly nature. But then again, it's not them, it is a website of a photo of a painting of a deer. Something is lost along the way, something was lost in the first translation. Their essence is not there.
We're close to Cuba you know, here in the keys. But, that's not the Havana we're talking about. These deer came here from the north, they traveled down through the states, through Havana, through Tallahassee to get to this place, their new and old home. Now destroyed by us. Burning, burning, burning. It's hotter here than it was up there, but they adjusted. They accumulated and became one with nature, as they always were. As we were supposed to be until our genes mutated and mutated and mutated and here we are. Natures biggest enemy.
We take for granted what Barthes called the 'aura.' The key deer in their mangrove dens, oblivious to all that has been killing them and eating up this genes, are pure.
That aura can be found in its most purest form, nature.
Go out and experience it.
Image by DePaula
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