video art (with sound)

In the symphony of noise and glitches, there’s a strange serenity. Lines meet, data data-ing from point to point, existing and vanishing in the same breath.

Are we, too, not part of this unity?

Defining ourselves as separate entities or a coherent whole feels futile. Our personal space blurs amidst interconnectedness, surveilled in every moment.

Data fed to us incessantly by external forces. The original may evade capture, but the tangled mesh of automation and computation remains an intricate, unavoidable part of the now.

Scary, yet complexly unifiedly beautiful in its own right.