| Eleventh in the Genomic Works sequence, Mao Tse Tung presents a stylized portrait rendered in painterly blues. The figure wears glasses, but the face resists specificity—neither likeness nor icon, just a constructed presence within the field. It’s a signal, not a subject.
The vertical bands unfold in layered rhythm: botanical silhouettes, architectural fragments, chromatic gradients, and diagrammatic overlays. One band features a vessel-like form—fluid, marked, and quietly symbolic. It may be the Ace of Cups, or it may be something else entirely.
There’s no narrative here, no historical claim. Mao Tse Tung is a canvas of fragments—each one part of a larger attempt to quantify human experience without resolving it. The work invites the viewer to read, misread, and reread. Every interpretation is valid. Every resonance is personal.
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