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In this vivid work presenting a spectral face that stares directly out of the canvas—wide-eyed, vacant, and illuminated. Rendered in impasto layers of ochre, crimson, and bone white, the expression is caught between presence and absence, as if the figure has only just left or never fully arrived. The phrase “I was hereon”, half-erased and enigmatic, feels like a digital echo of ancient testimony—a hybrid between graffiti tag and metaphysical mark.
As part of the Mythotech movement, this piece suggests identity as a lingering data trace, a soulprint etched in media. The background glitches with pixel-like color bursts and spectral noise, further blurring the line between embodiment and imprint. I Was Hereon is less a self-portrait than a haunting record of being—uncertain whether it speaks from the past, the cloud, or some dream of selfhood still forming.
In this vivid work presenting a spectral face that stares directly out of the canvas—wide-eyed, vacant, and illuminated. Rendered in impasto layers of ochre, crimson, and bone white, the expression is caught between presence and absence, as if the figure has only just left or never fully arrived. The phrase “I was hereon”, half-erased and enigmatic, feels like a digital echo of ancient testimony—a hybrid between graffiti tag and metaphysical mark.
As part of the Mythotech movement, this piece suggests identity as a lingering data trace, a soulprint etched in media. The background glitches with pixel-like color bursts and spectral noise, further blurring the line between embodiment and imprint. I Was Hereon is less a self-portrait than a haunting record of being—uncertain whether it speaks from the past, the cloud, or some dream of selfhood still forming.