The human race went invisible.
Seven decades ago.
Religious groups called it Armageddon.
Someways they were right.
The world as we knew it had ended.
There are millions of theories as to why or how it happened.
Physicist are tying to wave particle duality in quantum mechanics.
Yes, I can feel your collective question marks resounding.
It isn't that I'm very happy to perform a morning cup of coffee but...
I heard someone explain it like this.
Every particle exists as a way it function to live observed or measured, some shit like that.
There's a lot more to it but...
Long story short, until something is seen or observed it doesn't exist.
Complete mind fuck, right?
Guess an answer to ancient question.
If a tree falls in the woods and no one's around to heat it, does it make a sound?
No, it doesn't.
It's where it gets even weirder.
About ten years ago people started reappearing.
We call them visibles.
They discovered that if a person expressed who they truly are - good or bad
and another person saw it, they suddenly appeared,
and they, actually, stayed in their visible form.
But what makes a person who they really are?
How does someone even express that?
What the fuck does that have to do with wave particles?
Still confused?
Welcome to the party.
When everything first happened there was complete anarchy.
Let's pale the gory details but...
Imagine what would you do if you were invisible and everyone disappeared.
A lot of people went insane.
And they kill themselves, killed others.
It was a dark time.
But hey!
A lot of wicked people got their asses handed to them on a giant coma filled shit sandwich.
Only the strong and adapted survived.
So...
Silver lining.
To be honest with you, I like being invisible.
I can't imagine things any other way.
I paint, I draw, I run my own gallery.
I live life free of judgment or pain.
I thank you.
Thank you.
Descartes said: "I think therefore I am".
I just am.
There are zero customers remaining.
You are alone.
One customer has entered.
Good afternoon.
I haven't seen a visible for months.
Hi!
I feel like I'm looking at a unicorn.
Hello!
God, it's so nice to see real paintings for a change.
Actual paint.
Heartbreaking how rare that is.
Something is so raw and tactile about paint, you know...
You shouldn't get that with digital.
Absolutely!
It's...
It's so refreshing to hear.
Someone say that.
What do you think of them?
Honestly?
Oh, that's not good.
No, I think they're cool. They are cool paintings.
I do. I think there's something missing.
They feel empty.
I feel sad.
Wow, that's... That's honest.
Oh, God! You painted them, didn't you?
Sorry.
No, don't apologize, it's...
Honesty is a very rare thing these days.
That's true.
You don't get many visibles round here, do you?
What do you mean?
You are not intimidated by me.
Intimidated? No, no! I'm...
I'm intrigued!
Oh, well, that's refreshing and rare.
Probably, why I'm still single.
Wow! That's definitely has loss.
As we are sharing a moment...
Are we?
Yes!
What..?
What did..?
How did you become visible?
I grew tired of being afraid.
Do you think I'm afraid?
Do I look afraid?
Well...
I don't know. I think I just...
When I became pregnant it was like a light went off inside me.
Being who you're created to be takes courage.
That's scary.
But when I knew what that was, I couldn't go back into hiding.
My child will have a different life.
My child will know what their mother looks like.
Who their mother really is.
And I hope that gives them the courage to be who they want to be.
So, once the decision was made, the rest was, actually, pretty easy.
I wake up one morning and I'll let them see.
You'll let them see?
That makes you sound like you have a choice.
You do.
Okay, I'm now officially late.
Wait, wait!
I should go.
Wait! You'll just go? Please...
You cant't leave just yet. Stay.
No, I do... I have an appointment.
But thank you!
I've got some... I've got some paintings coming next Tuesday. Will you... Will you come back?
I'll try!
Well, I'll take that.
Okay!
Bye!
There are zero customers remaining.
You are alone.
Those scientists have it all wrong.
We know people are ghosts.
Drifting through life.
Barely existing.
I used to think: "What's the point of living?"
But the better question is:
"What's the point of living for to count of it life?"
One customer has entered.
You made it.
Was there any doubt?
There's actually only one, you know, painting.
I had not a chance to hang it.
Would you like you see it?
Definitely.
What do you calling it?
Self-portrait.
Hi!
My name is...
Visible