Versions of Realism 1 (hyperrealism/ Photorealism)
For Bert Monroy, it’s in the chrome-like details. And then the details of the details, as you take the works down to the pixel, past, or at the edge of, how the eye can see. His works are composed on the computer, which allows an insane level of color saturation and clinical detail. Is all of the world suddenly uniform? Every speck planned? Is there a contemporary analogue in poetry?