In the digital age, we no ,longer live in a single body, a single image, or a single time. We exist fragmentarily: as a post, as a story, as a reaction, as an algorithmic reflection in recommendations.

All these pieces of the “self” that you consider yourself to be… do not belong to you. They are stretched between memory, data, and others’ perspectives.

The mask becomes a mirror of the disintegrating subject — but without tragedy. There is no victim here, because the very idea of "possessing" a personality is already falling apart along with the form.

Not because you don’t exist, but because you are everywhere and nowhere.

ceramics, neon, broken bottle glass, feathers, yarn, leather

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