2809.
It is only gradually that it dawns on Mr. Hunt that he is not looking
at a drawing but an object that was created by a machine and the
utilization of chemicals in a laboratory. When he looked very carefully
at the object this is what he noticed: the clothing appeared to be
unfinished as when in a drawing something is left undone, or scrubbed
out with the eraser. But the unfinished parts were full of very faint
mathematically accurate detail.
2811. Poor Mr. Holman Hunt. Just for a moment we will imagine that he is not just Mr Hunt, but a combination and amalgamation of all the artists who have ever lived. In his blood and in his bones, in his genetic makeup are all of those individuals who dedicated their lives to trying to figure out how on earth one goes about getting what the eye sees down onto a piece of paper so other people might understand it.
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