Voyage Through the Fractured Mindscape: Complex, unsettling, (sepia-toned), (a rare peek into Cybernetic Impressionism, The Neuron-Navigating Traveler), fragmented digital and organic landscapes, guide with a holographic androgynous, platinum explorer, holographic map interface, ambiguous:1.9, inscrutable expression, flesh and circuits intermingling, (magenta and subdued) retro-futuristic sheen, neuroscientist, cyberpunk influence, cinemagraph, infrared photography, double exposure, abstract realism, full-frame sensor, 6k animated gif, high-dynamic-range algorithms, exhibition-ready, targeted vibrance adjustments.

Voyage Through the Fractured Mindscape: Complex, unsettling, (sepia-toned), (a rare peek into Cybernetic Impressionism, The Neuron-Navigating Traveler), fragmented digital and organic landscapes, guide with a holographic androgynous, platinum explorer, holographic map interface, ambiguous:1.9, inscrutable expression, flesh and circuits intermingling, (magenta and subdued) retro-futuristic sheen, neuroscientist, cyberpunk influence, cinemagraph, infrared photography, double exposure, abstract realism, full-frame sensor, 6k animated gif, high-dynamic-range algorithms, exhibition-ready, targeted vibrance adjustments.

Voyage Through the Fractured Mindscape: Complex, unsettling, (sepia-toned), (a rare peek into Cybernetic Impressionism, The Neuron-Navigating Traveler), fragmented digital and organic landscapes, guide with a holographic androgynous, platinum explorer, holographic map interface, ambiguous:1.9, inscrutable expression, flesh and circuits intermingling, (magenta and subdued) retro-futuristic sheen, neuroscientist, cyberpunk influence, cinemagraph, infrared photography, double exposure, abstract realism, full-frame sensor, 6k animated gif, high-dynamic-range algorithms, exhibition-ready, targeted vibrance adjustments.

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like death like death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

the moving in the early dawn behind the shack where you whispered secrets where they pattered in the autumn rains like years in the crack where the dark water loomed and the love still rises behind the slumber where the heart beats in its briefcase, set down with the suit jacket and high waisted slacks on the floorboards the movement of the strings behind the doors where they pattered through their lives like lazy birds who didn't know how short and quick a life is and the love still rises and the sunlight sings around the curtains of your flimsy body at once in the early dawn window there is rain in the well where the dark water loomed there are birds in the traffic of the sky on the tapestry of noon James Turrell Style page

the moving in the early dawn behind the shack where you whispered secrets where they pattered in the autumn rains like years in the crack where the dark water loomed and the love still rises behind the slumber where the heart beats in its briefcase, set down with the suit jacket and high waisted slacks on the floorboards the movement of the strings behind the doors where they pattered through their lives like lazy birds who didn't know how short and quick a life is and the love still rises and the sunlight sings around the curtains of your flimsy body at once in the early dawn window there is rain in the well where the dark water loomed there are birds in the traffic of the sky on the tapestry of noon James Turrell Style page

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

A hollow body, emerging from the neck a soul of light, the one that replaces what was once the man inside the suit and tie: and it hasn't. Nothing can replace it, yet the corporate logos, the Pepsi, the Coke, the Nintendos and so on speak through its neck and somewhere in the static, like an enigmatic face pressed against a saran wrap wall, it screams. And you see it there, late at night in the mirror: he is alive in there in the screaming thing that wakes into television and presses into its pillow like fruiting death like all that has wept and long gone down into the grave of night, the one that never sleeps now, and besides, the light stays on in the daytime too, James Turrell Style page, Blade Runner 2049

By Ridley Scott

He lifts his head from his head, his eyes on strands of eyes, and in the glitch light handmade and homespun, he sees the visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light

He lifts his head from his head, his eyes on strands of eyes, and in the glitch light handmade and homespun, he sees the visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and faces of light

He lifts his head from his head, his eyes on strands of eyes, and in the glitch light handmade and homespun, he sees the visions of pasts lost in enigmatic phantoms and holographic seperate faces of light, each slice of light and matter a unique topology

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

My head is slicing into enigmatic sections, and my primary symptom is that I have no face, but I must see

the man is a slicer: the slicer slices face's slices into further slices: the other man is the puller. The puller pulls the slices apart into planar sections dividing the entire image, and the face becomes a mask of incomprehension slit into an array of emigmatic glowing visions, both paranoiac and wildly schizoid

The supremacy of mankind, a glitch art installation showing a man laughing maniacally in a shattered mirror of his own reflection

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

The Mona Lisa, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

Portrait of a paranoid madman in Tel Aviv, by Egon Schiele, VHS light on canvas

Portrait of a paranoid madman in Tel Aviv, by Egon Schiele, VHS light on canvas

Portrait of a paranoid madman in Tel Aviv, by Egon Schiele, VHS light on canvas

Portrait of a paranoid madman in Tel Aviv, by Egon Schiele, VHS light on canvas

Self portrait of a paranoid madman, by Egon Schiele, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv

Self portrait of a paranoid madman, by Egon Schiele, displayed in the warped timelines of an enigmatic glitch spectre as he walks in paranoia through the busy streets of Tel Aviv