Revolt of the Sentences

The image translates itself into a sentence. In this case, the image is that of a woman strolling with a baby not her own. The sentence grows, feeding itself that which was not in the image. The sentence continues to stroll, because the sentence likes the sound of “strolling.” The sentence has a logic of its own. The sentence likes to be free, not tying its existence to that of the image. The sentence becomes about sentences gaining their independence, a revolt against images. The image of a woman strolling with a baby not her own is now portrayed as a metaphor for a tyrant, having taken that which does not belong to her. The sentence, which began as one about art, is now political. Perhaps this is what they mean when they say that all art is political. I will stop now, because I don’t want to know what the sentences would do, if they have their way, to the woman strolling with a baby not her own.