the pfp has ironically caused me much existential contemplation. ideas of whom the representation is not only for, but whom is expressing through it.
some say it's who you want people to view you as. others say it's a canvas by which you express artistic notions.
for me, in my pseudonymity, it feels quite vague. affording myself 'privacy' is at one end the realization that human bias is inescapable. at the other it is simply a fuck you to notions of corporate 'tradition'.
who is one to tell me the dictation of my self embodiment? especially when I do my best to not disrespect another in this manner.
pseudonymity suits me. the archetype of artist most resonant, to me, is that which treats personhood as a canvas. neuroplastic.
a man, bound by time, yet unleashed into infinity. how does one express such paradox in a 400x400 social handshake?
lght
some say it's who you want people to view you as. others say it's a canvas by which you express artistic notions.
for me, in my pseudonymity, it feels quite vague. affording myself 'privacy' is at one end the realization that human bias is inescapable. at the other it is simply a fuck you to notions of corporate 'tradition'.
who is one to tell me the dictation of my self embodiment? especially when I do my best to not disrespect another in this manner.
pseudonymity suits me. the archetype of artist most resonant, to me, is that which treats personhood as a canvas. neuroplastic.
a man, bound by time, yet unleashed into infinity. how does one express such paradox in a 400x400 social handshake?