HUGO: Look at this attempt at Van
Gogh‟s boots. What do you see when you look at them?
EUGENE: Oh, I see that they
belonged to...well, they are peasant boots.
HUGO: I see them as a kind of
wrinkled out piece of his own life; the boots as sacred relic; a
kind of self-portrait you could
say. You know I see these boots, as a symbol of his life-long
practice of walking.
EUGENE: Life as a walking…well,
kind of pilgrimage.
HUGO: Yes, the boots as a sum of
his perceptions, the boots as a sum of codes.
EUGENE: Bloody hell, you are
informed. Looking at a pair of boots turned you into some
sort of ontological detective
HUGO: My Dad was a spoilt
painter. But what‟s interesting is, if you asked anyone here
what their view of the boots were
they would give a different description. We create reality
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