I like a painting that does something, like a machine does something: you turn it on and it functions–”

The click of the shutter, the click of the cliche, but lets come back to that later–

I have noticed that not infrequently, when I find myself in front of a painting I have been introduced to through an invitation or an article online; that the painting in question does not give back anything more in person than the digital image I’d previously seen. It yields nothing new, no new read, no additional meaning. On occasion it may yield something less than its copy: almost seeming to function purely as a painted iteration of the digital image. The digital privileges the retinal.  read the rest of the article here —