A thought on when is one thing becoming ones own thing
(2026)

It's like that. (And of course it is not just like that; all this things of things are implied, generally. It is in the responsibility of a reader to come with a mind.)
       1. An acknowledgment of recognition and citation isn't automatically given to one that is a creator. [And may it be because them all are rich and reckless and whatever.]
       2. To the concern of aesthetics is to say, that it simply takes a while to amplify a deeper understanding of how aesthetic is working, not within a margin, but in the hologram. 
       3. It is therefore logic, in my head, that artists, especially the ones that are acting in the field of visuals, do simply not give even a little fuck about where the source of something comes from.
           It is to be just changed the color. 
It may be foolish to shorten it in this way; but I want to jump direct to the point : appropriation. Principally. Let me give you an example. 
Me, with cute little scarf, is walking in Haus der Kunst (Munich, December 2025 or what), looking at a video of whomever, big, this I remember, and we get handed 3D glasses, me and the friend. COOL. So the friend standing there (me next), and in front the video with metal figures, nearly touching my nose, they really really really close coming far out of the screen, due to the duocle. 
       There is a sound, and it is - I think - because of the metal figures being stepped on or something. 
I start a recording, walk around. Every now and then I say something to the friend, my phone is in my pocket. At a point, why ever, I feel I have enough (of whatever) and I stop (it). It get's saved as "Recording_1683" because, logically, there are 1682 recordings already in the recording box of my iPhone. I go home and I do not think of it at any second. 

In contrast to science (which demands explicit attribution), art feels the freedom to morph and transform them. Why is this happening I wonder when it is happening to me.