ART > ALGORITHM

i choose joy. that’s the rebellion

Creating in a world that scrolls past meaning.

A blog from the inside.

What is art now?

Honestly—do you even know?

We live in a time where it’s almost impossible to grasp the true function and depth of real art. Not because art has disappeared, but because it’s been drowned in performance. Polished to the point of emptiness.

We’re constantly bombarded with the facade of art:
The look of it. The aesthetic.
Over-designed. Over-shared.
Shocking for the sake of shock.
Glossy visuals with no soul.

Monkey see. Monkey do.

That’s the cycle. That’s the standard. That’s as deep as most people dare to go.

But… what is?

What is art?

Is it something you scroll past? Double tap?
Is it just whatever pops up in your feed?
Because if that’s the case—how can you even see anymore?

We’re flooded with images. Drenched in content.
Content without context.
Meaningless visuals, optimized for attention.

It’s not personal. It’s performative.
Coded. Curated.
Filtered through algorithms, not emotions.

So again… what is art?
And what’s real under the weight of AI and mimicry?
What’s a point of view—truly?

I get overwhelmed, too.
I feel the pressure to produce.
To post.
To keep up.
To exist online, even when I’m trying to create something real offline.

And yet—I still create.

I tune out the noise. I make the conscious choice to not give A.F.
Because the truth is:

This? This isn’t the art. It’s just a signal. A flicker.
The real work is happening—off-screen.
I make art the old way. Loud music. No audience.

The system scrolls.
The noise grows.
But I move through the chaos—still, focused.
A glitch. A lotus. A pair of heels kicking through the static.

Art isn’t just mine. It’s everyone’s.
But I do it for me.
In hopes that, through all the noise, someone still feels something.

Because art is not a product.
It’s not a performance.
It’s not a strategy.

Art is feeling.
Art is expression.
Art is intention.
Art is human.

I don’t owe anyone a post.
The content will roll.
The art will come—when it’s ready.

Until then, I keep creating.
ART > ALGORITHM.
Always has been.