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Of Molluscs and Men-A Tentacle Tale.

Of Molluscs and Men
Ever seen a dead octopus squirm? I hadn’t either—until I found myself at a Korean welcome dinner watching the male staff do battle with a still-pulsing tentacle in the name of masculinity. I, blissfully testosterone-deficient, was exempt. This is a tale of cultural rites, side dish diplomacy, and the silent horror of watching your boss devour something that might bite back.

FAce-lIft Continuation IX

I made paintings. Tech advanced I let the algorithm chew on them. fAce-lIft™ is what happened when I asked AI to distort, not dictate — to echo, not replace. The result? Something almost beautiful, slightly haunted, and very much still mine. If that makes you uncomfortable… good. Come look anyway.

FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

Pando

In the stillness of Utah’s oldest forest, a voice speaks—not of bark or leaf, but of shared breath and memory. Pando, the largest living being on Earth, remembers everything. It has watched the two-legged ones build, destroy, and misunderstand. But this is its story—of roots deeper than time, of protection, of quiet power. And of the day it decided one visitor would not be allowed to forget.

FAce-lIft Continuation VII

FAce-lIft Continuation VI

Dispatches from the Void. V.III

It’s very strange being abroad while your country is in turmoil. There’s a sense of survivor’s guilt, mixed with a helpless “how do I get my family and friends out?”—and of course, the realization that none of that is simple. Immigration is difficult no matter where you go.

Category Archives: Sound of the Underland

Of Molluscs and Men-A Tentacle Tale.

FAce-lIft Continuation IX

FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

Pando

FAce-lIft Continuation VII

FAce-lIft Continuation VI

Dispatches from the Void. V.III

FAce-lIft Continuation V

FAce-lIft Continuation IV