I hauled in a bunch of empty boxes to create a makeshift pedestal - like some kind of "poor theater" set, except instead of Hamlet’s soliloquy, it’s just me, naked, scrambling onto a wobbly structure like a deranged Little Mermaid climbing rocks.
I wanted a mix: Botticelli’s soft glow + the cold edge of synthetic reality. What I got: “girl falls off boxes, curses, and climbs back up”
I fell. A lot. The damn boxes kept betraying me, sliding away, but I stubbornly kept going, like some cyberpunk heroine reaching for a glitching portal.
The result? A self-portrait that blends the delicacy of the Old Masters with sharp digital gradients. And also - a secret performance piece called "Balancing on the Brink of Disaster”
