If I print out a picture of this drawing, and then replace one element of it at a time with real-world analogue, I’ll eventually wind up with something that looks exactly the same, but is made out of real material instead of pigment. It will show the same thing, but will be made out of entirely different parts.
At this point, the drawing will be fully real instead. I’ll be able to smell the bad poopies, and step on it with my socked feet on a Wednesday morning.
The question then becomes thus:
When did the abstract become concrete? I would submit to you that the bad poopies were bad poopies from the moment they were drawn.
I call this bad poopies thought experiment the Ship of Feceus.