omgroflrofl · 4 points ·
Among other Escher works, I had this one in my house when I was a child. I would stare at it, intensely. I would follow the perfect lines on the palm of the hand and be befuddled by the contrast of its realism and the almost cartoonish figure inside the sphere. I see, now, the Pepefied version of a piece of art that takes me back to a lazy afternoon when I was a child, back when my mother would lie sleeping in her bed and not turned into the pile of bones she is now. I hold my eyes to my life turned into meme and I now realize that the ensuing tragedy of a broken home and the years of pain that followed, that the struggle to defy the odds and become a respectable person, that my life was a comedy all along, only not to me.
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