CTRL+Z. CTRL+Z. CTRL+Z. Does it work? Does it matter? I spit out paintings like lost desktop icons. Files corrupted. Drag-and-drop memories, nostalgia.exe, ERROR: Human Condition Not Found. Raised on gadget junk, on pixel scraps, on the glow of that first Gameboy… Age: unknown, but online forever. Double-click to open digital_spirituality.png.
Fragments, feeds, flashes, feedback loops. Oil paint dripping like an old dial-up tone—krrrk-pshhhhh-BZZZzzZ. Human? Tech? LOL. His art isn’t about consumption, it IS consumption. Clickbait colors, feed-scrolling eyeballs, time, time, time—your attention is the commodity. Swipe left, swipe right, paint left, paint right.
I’m here to CTRL+ALT+DEL your soul. My process? Photoshop surgery on your old computer dreams. Save As: “Art.” It’s all spiritual, it’s all code. Where does the algorithm end, and he begin?
Exit without saving? No. The program crashes, and all that’s left is paint.