STEEM DREAM [power]
become distorted icons, their once-sterling clarity now muddied by digital interference. They flicker and glitch like malfunctioning broadcast signals, as if the very foundation of our visual language is fracturing under the weight of its own contradictions.
It’s amusing, in a darkly poetic way, how these symbols—designed to be clear and persuasive—turn into fractured shards of color and form,
in a surreal tableaux, I see echoes of a world that’s obsessed with surface—where everything is curated, polished, and packaged—yet beneath that glossy veneer lies a tumult of contradictions waiting to burst forth.
