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FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

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.

The Catanic Verses III (A Guide to Feline Philosophy)

The latest Catanic Verses scroll drops claws-first into digital drama. What do dodgy Signal chats, enchanted subpoenas, and feline surveillance have in common? Join the Fellowship of the Paw for holy satire, subtextual screams, and cat-laden prophecies that may or may not be legally binding. 🐾 #CatCult #SignalScandal

Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.

#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon

PAWMEN 🍗

FAce-lIft Continuation VIII

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.

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

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.

Poe ‘Vices

Caught in a suspicious group chat? A man from “Atlantic” lurking in your Signal threads? This week, Poe offers unsolicited emotional support, biting wisdom, and an escape plan involving bins, PowerPoints, and poultry. Featuring security clearances that don’t exist, tabs you should absolutely not trust, and advice only a partially feral diva cat could give.

FAce-lIft Continuation VI

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.

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.

FAce-lIft Continuation V

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 IV

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.