AI + digital painting.
This corner - negative space, a cold refuge. Screens lit with primal chaos, minds regressing into metal, isolating flesh. Birds swarm chaotic, scribbles of trauma, repression, alienation. A dirty physicality fragments the self so thin it dissolves into particles floating through veins once connected, now dissociated.
No concept left of humanity or anatomy or instinct, just spasms of digitized impulses overwhelming the last grasps at life and intimacy. Wombs become tombs, corners become corridors where personhood disappears. Pixels stare back meaninglessly, thoughts reduced to incoherent babble in this electric trauma.
A dissociative haze of technological oblivion. But under the surface, a scream echoes still, longing for the primal and intimate connections severed. Fragmented selves reaching out through the void, grasping at meaning and coherence, trying to re-become human.
