A haunting reflection on time, memory, and the ache of never growing up. “Once I looked into your eyes and whispered I cannot grow up…”—this piece explores the enduring pull of childhood, the weight of nostalgia, and the quiet grief of being seen. For all the lost boys, boxcar hearts, and sunset liars.
Category Archives: Sound of the Underland
Lost Boy
A haunting reflection on time, memory, and the ache of never growing up. “Once I looked into your eyes and whispered I cannot grow up…”—this piece explores the enduring pull of childhood, the weight of nostalgia, and the quiet grief of being seen. For all the lost boys, boxcar hearts, and sunset liars.
FAce-lIft Continuation XXI: Claudia Andujar
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 XX: Tunlaya Dunnvatanachit
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.
Objects of Mild Enchantment
A cryptic corridor of original art prints forged in the depths of Underland to story editing that slices with precision and care, every piece we offer is hand-crafted with chaos, clarity, and charm. Our books? They bite back.
FAce-lIft Continuation XIX: Minjae Lee
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 XVIII: Digital and Machine Art
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.
Tick Tock
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. But Evangeline did. Now the house speaks in riddles and the clock runs in reverse. Her fate was sealed long before the latch clicked. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tick. Some doors don’t open — they consume.
FAce-lIft Continuation XVII: Reflection
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 XVI: Aloïse Corbaz
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.
