In even the most perfect reproduction, one thing is lacking: the here and now of the work of art—its unique existence in a particular place. It is this unique existence—and nothing else—that bears the mark of the history to which the mark has been subject. (Benjamin, W. 2008, p. 21)
Benjamin’s words sound reasonable for me, however, when I see lives—any kind of lives—I just remember all lives are essentially reproduction of forerunners. I may be accused of stretching the Benjamin’s point beyond, since his words are for “the work of art in the age of its technological reproducibility” (Benjamin, W. 2008). But, reproduction seems the basic method to carry on lives in the world and I wonder how much we can be different or how much our arts can be unique in view of ourselves are reproduced lives.
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