T͏h̠̩̞͠o̱ụ͍̯̭g̵̗͖̭̝h̘̹̫̞͖̀t̲̲̙͎͈̝̟s̵̻͕̜̭ a͉̳̘͖͔ͅb̩̞̼͕̲̹o̭̩̬͚͞u̪͉̙͍͖͖͕t̪̮͈̼̜̥͉͠ ̮̗̰͖͝i̲̙͕̹̪͝m̩̼̼a͍̦͍̥ͅg͓̠͘e̺͈͎ͅs͖ and us ̰̜̱- ͈̪o̕b̜̝͈͉̱͢s̞̰̣̹̭̟ḙ͓̳s̯s̴̜̭͚͕̯̲ͅi̼͓̩͎̩͝o̢͉̯͉̺̟̠ͅn,̫͜ ̫p̛̤͍̮̻̼͓r̞͎͙e̸̝̼s͕͙͔͠ę̪͖n̛̼ć̪͈̮̺͎̬e̳̺̮,̡͚ ̩̠̩ti͓͇m̀é͈̺͖̦,͏ ̴̳͇̱̭̗s̗u̵͙b͔͍̝͎̹v̹̲e̡r͢t͎́i̪̼̥̠̠̯͢ͅo͙͍͍̩̰̪͝n͕̟͕͓̗ͅͅ an͈̬̫̕d̦̝̕ ͚̱͍̘̗̟r̩e̜͈̩͜ḏ̙̼̭̼e̡̝m̥̳̼̹̣̠͢p̴t̻͎̪͇i̟ò̳̗̻̰͓͉n̛̤̱͔̮͇̙̼
Ā̵̙̃̋̈b̠̐̆̔ͅo̷ͨ̂ͮ͛̆u̱̼̫̮̙͎͋͗͊̒̚͟ͅṯ̴̥͕̗ͩͤ͗̓ ̺͔̜̩͇̟̺ͭ̾ͩͥ́̚̕Ī̵̔̔̉̿̈́m̶̥͕͎̖̖͕̃̋̓͋͌́ȁ͎ͤͅg̡͎̱̼̞̺͖ė̽҉̳̠̙̖͈̰s̛͚͖̜ͩ…͏̻
We know that every picture is a story, every picture is a promise, every picture is a claim, every picture is a statement. Most of pictures are probably lies.
We understand that image is power. We understand that image is mass manipulation. We are tricked by images, we are victim of our own naive sight. If we see we believe whatever we see. Pictures speak more than words and more than words pictures can condition our opinion, judgment, choices, life. It’s time we learn to look, understand and approach images with critical thinking basing our point of view and perspective on knowledge and observe with awareness rejecting a fixed industry order of construction, appearance, narration, representation and distribution. A passive eye is an enslaved mind. Train your eye to see the invisible, feed your imagination. We can not tolerate anymore visual illiteracy. We need to be educated about images because on images we have based and we are building our society and identity. Images have changed the course of history, deceiving people, queens and kings. Images can start a revolution but also become a domination. An image can set you free, an image can nail you to the ground.
A̯̗̰̗͍͎̺͓̓̈́̍ͩb̹̪ͤ͛ͭ̊̅ͥ̿̓o̬͈͇͈̭̚ŭ̗̩̼͚̹̺̯̜ͤ͐̑ͥͧͅt͎͇͕̳͕̠͌͒ ͚̗̯͈͉̘̅̄͛b͇̠̖̝ͨ̾ͫͤê̹̗͕̾̐ͧ̊͆̿́̚â̹̟̯͔͖̣̲͍͆̌͊ͤ͆̂u͚̣̯̭̮̽̒͂͐̋ͪ̋t̳̱̿̐͗͑ͭy̖̹ͤ̈́̐ͤͥ͐͒ͥ ̮̬̹̠̪̬̞͊̆a̮̯͔̰ͯ̍̈́ͯ̓̐̚n̯͔̺̭̩̭̤̜͇ͫ̈́̓ḓ͕̞͎̗̜̓ͩ̊̌̄ ̼͇͌̽̑̒ͦ̓̒̈͗ạ̮̅̉̿̆͊̚ê͓͍̠͖̦̝̠̒̍ͣ͑͑ṡ͙̣̣ͣ̋̚t̗͋̅͐͌͗h͈̟̠͇ͭ̈̈e̖̼̩͙̗̯͙ͩͭͫ̓ͧͭͅt̰̪̭̩̮͉̖̥̓i͈̲̞̤̘̣̼͙͊͆̈̑͗̾̒̚c͚̤̟̖͇͍̳͉̄̆̄ͪͭ̊̎ͦs͎̬̮̙̱͈̆ͨ̀ͩ̈́ͤͨ͊̚…͍̮̇̽̇̊̄͋̐
The lunatic approach to polished aesthetic of perfection, the fanatic beauty regime of sponsored celebrities and influencers, the retouched skin and synthetic bodies of software editing like plastic surgery, the sovereignty of hedonism and the authority of portraits have brainwashed us to the point of forcing us in having a distorted and delusional perception of our own image and of the world we belong to. The cult of beauty, beauty as power, beauty as success is cheap fiction, it’s tacky lifestyle. In the society of images an image is something sacred to the point of becoming a person temple of vanity like happens in a selfie, a powerful photographic gesture turned into obsessive self-narrative of the most futile life events.
Our mind is triggered into an unhealthy obsession for perfection, emulation and repetition. There aren’t innocent pictures, what we look at affects our life. The industry has turned beauty into a toxic behavior and it’s depiction into visual pollution that doesn’t do well to our mental health.
A̠͖͛̆͗̐b̥͍͈̖̯̲̮̩̌̽̓ͩ̽ͅo̹̭̭͉̬̖̩̙ͪ͋̉ͪ̓u̺̬̻ͣ̐͂ͮͣt̻͙͒ ̜̫̭͙̐d̮͖̦̦͔̃̐ͣ̿̂ͤ̋̂ͮị͚ͬ̽̉ġ̙͉͚̻͇̼ͫ̚i̤̳̠̭͍̙͂̈t͙̜̗͕͖̗̭ͩͬ̅ͫͨ̀a͇͎͕͆̍́l̦̳̞͕ͥͭ͌̉ ͉͇̜͎̲̦̯̅́̏̿ͅm̜͎̞͈̮̰̃e̙͔ͤ͋́̾̔ͦ́̚d͕͚̮̳͂̚ì̜͓̹̰̭͚̠̹̓a̝̱͔̲̖͊̓ ̮͎͚͖̬͐̓ͧͦ̒͐ͭa̲͇̯͇̘̺ͨ͊͂̉͛̓n̮̹̼͉̝̦̭̓̒̐ͭ̊̾ͣ̓̅d̩̠̬̔̌ͬ ͖̣͙͎̲ͨͦ͒ͬͧo̝̥̖ͨ̒̀ụ͚͇̖̤̮͙̏ͬͭ͑ͥ̂ͪr̠̜̜͔̜̤̘̹̋͐ͧ ̱̤̼̥̼̣͗̅̄̆̚̚p͔̹ͣͣͅr͙͓̣͙̣͇͈̝̱̽ͬ̆͐̃ë̯͓́̌ͪͬͧs̻ͣͣ̀̍̇͊ͤ͛ẹ͕̠͓̾̓͋ͪn͉̣ͯ̾͑̂̀̐̓ͥͥͅc̙̩̜̹̻͕̩̦̥̎̿̃̈̋̉ě̘̪̱̱͕̥͓͐…̖̭̤͒̎̄̐̍
Life is filtered through mechanical eyes, the digital camera lens, the biggest seducers and cheaters of all technology. Life sparks on a shining screen. The reflecting mirror of our dreams for beauty, fame and attentions, the oracle and the reveler of humanity struggle to exist. We want that image reflected in the screen to freeze and be forever. It might sounds crazy but we have just been fed and bred like that. The camera lens is the extension of our mind, the screen is the extension of our eyes. They augment the perception of ourselves, they help us to see ourselves as we would love to be seen, appreciated and remembered but we are failing ourselves and ambitions very much. We are just uploading and sharing our constructed tiny presence among other billions of other copies piling on top of each others in a grid on Instagram like a pile of blank paper sheet in a printer. Same stories everyday, everybody looks the same, even algorithms will eventually stop to pay attentions to us.
A͚̞̤̯͕̤̳ͭ͛ͬ͌̂ͣ̈́͆b͖̰̞̯̯̻̳̌̓o̘̮͖͉̱̗͐͊ͬ̽ͦ̓̒͐u̺̩̻̫͍̞̿̔ͭ̈ͦ̔̽ͅt̯̝̦̯̀̍̄̆̄ ̲̟̖͗̉ͧ̚t͓̤̙͉͍̩̼̆̄͑i͎̻̙͓̦͒̍͗̋̃ͥ̇ͣm̹̹̬ͪ̆̽͋ͬ̾e̜̠̹̝̻ͬͩͫͨ̎̑ͅ ͓̺̭̦ͧͯ̋̌͂ͮ̅ã͇͕͕̫͕̺̱͆ͥͯͨṋ̝͈̭͈ͬ̽ͮ͂̓͛d̥̱̼͉̥ͭͣͪ̍̑ ͍͓̘̌̐̑̀̐̽m͈ͫ̅e̖̪ͯ̅͆ͫ̿m͚͙̰̳ͧ̌o̥͈̗̪͍̫̜ͬ̓̿̔͒̿ͨ̂r̞̟̭͍̭͎̻̰̅ͧ̒ͩ̃ͯi͖̗̼̗̥̣ͦͨ̃̈́e̮͇ͩ͌̏́ͮͯ̔ͩ̚s̞͈̏͒̀ͨ̉…͎̺̠̯ͮ̽ͅ
Images alter our perception of time. We frame each moment of our common life aiming for and chasing immortality. Day by day we record and upload online everything we do ignoring the fragility of digital memories. Memories that could eventually disappear because a file corruption, a virus, obsolescence or because one of the many business to which we have handled the custody of our memories goes bankrupt and shuts down disappearing in the online void together with our stories and with our wish to be not forgotten.
A̝̘̻͍̔ͭ̐͒b̦̤̠̤̔̃̌͌̋̌̽̿o̝̘̤̫ͥ̌̏ụ̜̯̞̩̥͉̻̤̈́t̪̜͉͓͚ͭ̄ͤ̀ ̥̭͕̼ͧ͆̔̑͗̽̚t̻̙̼̋ͮͨ̽̇̚ͅͅh̤̞̘͈̫̟̊̇ë̱̯̰́ͬ̋̈́̏ͯͤ̓̇ ̤̱̺̮̥͎ͮͅd͕̼͕͇̘͗̀̐̅i͇̯̰̭ͩͭ͑̌g̤̝̥͂͑̿̚i̳̺̘͈͆̂̃̅͒̽̓͑́ͅͅṱ̣̭͈̹̂̅̓͂͌ͦ͌̑́a̻͓̘̬̺ͩ̀͌l̪̼̞̭̦͈̰ͦͣ ̟͈͓̮̦͙̺͍̿ͥ̋̈m̘̞̫̬̝ͬ̏ͥ̍̆̇ͫ͛ä̺̼̗̻̻͚͕̯̗ͬt̤̳̝͇̲͋͆ͨ̿ͦ͒̅ͥt̮̱̙ͤͨ́̂̋̒̂͋̃ͅͅe̫͕̒̾̂̓͒r̻̹̪̟̘̳̟̲̣̓́̿̇͆̾̚,̼̯̮̩̩̲͔̎̈́̂̀ ̟̯̯̾̆ͮͫ̓ͅo͔̻̲̜͕͖̗̲̾̈̅͂ͩ̆ͅr̯̺̦͇̳ͨ̓̋͛͐d̥͓̩̻̖͚̲͓̝͛͛̋ͧ́ͪ̾e̗̞͍̗̳̅̃̑̆̄̍̐̍̍r͖͙̥͙̜͇ͣ́̿̐̿̚ ̘̫̘̩̯͎͂̈̇ả͉̹̻̘̣̖̖̙͂̈́̀̈́ͩ̀n̜͔̿ͦ̂ͦ̏ͥ̚d͈̗͕̹͓̔̆͌̿͌ ͉̖̫̖̗̾̓ͪͩͮs̥̹͚̭͆̉̒̄͐̈́̋̐ű̺̥̽ͩ͗͆b̠͔͎ͮͫ̈́ͤ͐̀͌̚v̝̳͔̺̣̰̯͙͖̿͋͋̀ě̗̹̰͕̫̩̹̃͆ͪr͇̤̼̙ͭͬͩ͊̏̈́̿̈́̀ͅś͖̤̲̟̋ͣ͌̌ͩ̆i̞̟̝͕̲̯̳̠̾̇̀̑ͫͦ̎ͧo̩̼̼͎̝̟̦̊̒n͖̪̘͉̮͓̹̤̹ͤ̉̒ͫ̏ͯ͒͊ͤ…̟̣̰͎̰͔̭̥̃͑ͦ́̍
Of course all this image misery is possible thanks to the cheap and obedient digital matter. Image file formats and compression are constructed based on a precise rule of information to allow computer machines to reveal through a screen our world to our own eyes. Subverting that order of information contained in a file from the inside, altering the source code of the augmented representation of the image of the world and of the body we live in is to subvert this world sacred image depiction and capitalist utopia of mystical perfection refined, detailed, proposed and sold as the best way to appear, and so to be condemning our existence to a mere daily screened farse.
A̼̓̎ͧ͋̚ͅb̯̙̤͎̬͙͗͂ͩ̊̎ͬő͉͕̼͈̜̣̝͉͎̆̐̂͒͗ͦu̖̰̺͆̃̑ͤ̔̃͌ͬ́t͚̜̼̒ͪ̀ ̫̦̝̮̳̮̭̅̋͑ͩg̳͉̮ͨ̒̋̉l̫̦̥̑ͤͧ̃̂̿ͅï̫̝̼̰̻͕̯t̘͕̣̞̖ͩ̊͋ͅc̲͕̞̲͓̰̓̎ͯͪͫ̈́̚̚h̝̖̥͚̦͎̥̃ͦ͆͆ͨ͗͂,͓͇̘͙̭̫ͨ ̲̙̘̹ͬͩ̽ͣ͆͗a̙̝͔̽͆ͥͤ́͆̾c̮̭̲̪̪̖̪̩̒̃̄t̞͔̯̹̭̦͙͌̊ͩ̅̏i͙̼̺̻͖̊͌̌ͩ̽͂̎̍̄ͅo͖̦͙̬̹̰̽͊ͮ͛ͩͣ̔ͤn̻̼̙͚̥̲͙̝̈́̇ͣs̭͓̦̦̦̠̜̪ͮ ̞͐͛̔ͧ͒̋a̹̗̖̻̲͔̱ͫ͆̿̔͒ṇ̝̺̎ͯ̈́̍̓d̹̦͖̾͛ͮ̾̋͗̃ ͖̪̺͔͑ͪ̽̚r̭͓̰̳̤̟͋́e͙̱̥ͦͫ̎̈́̌̇d̝͖̟͕̤̈̌ͪͧ̚e̲̪͔̩̥͂͒̒m͓̯̞̮̪̪͈̰̭̽ͥ̈p̙͕̮͖̄̇̏͗͋̚ͅt͚̦̦̗̰̦͍̔̍ị̤̜̟̓̍ͪ̅ͩ̿̎o̹̰̎̈͐̊n͕͔͌̎…̦̋ͬ̏̓͆̏ͯͅͅ
The holy picture, the temple of human staged reality must collapse. Bring the image to the state of rawness, blend it like a piece of meat, let the pixels break free, let the numb eyes look beyond the present state of fictional representation, crawl under an image skin, boycott the advertising and commercial visual gospel, subvert the image doctrine and dictate of measures, of perspective, of colors, of proportion, of symmetries, go out of control with your hex editing blade, databend && datamosh, let the glitch be your redemption.
Import, export, delete, add, copy, paste, download, upload, convert from a format to another without rest. Bomb the state of information order inside images, smash their code, follow your instinct and let it run wild, explore the digital image landscape with avidity, it’s all around you, don’t let it hypnotize you, act upon it, be critical, be tactical, be analytical, be active, let creativity scream loud, noise noise noise until you destroy the visual dogma. It’s the action, the process that matter and not just it’s final visual manifestation. Set the digital matter free from industry slavery. Enhance a digital file hidden disorder, intrinsic energy, dynamic combinations of infinite and random inclusion and exclusion of data. Help digital image formats in revealing their liquid and versatile nature, help it to evade from this trap of fixed paralyzed order of codes that must reveal the world in that way. We want to see beyond it, this is not enough, our eyes are starving for more, your design is not enough.
Misuse, empower software and hardware with new virtues. Refuse prescribed methodologies and logic patterns, go beyond professional manuals and mode of use, be daft, be curious, do not lock your senses and intuitions behind the bars of technique, break those paradigms, smash clash trash crash, bend, mosh, raise the chaos, search, explore, learn, destroy and create. Hack the plastic pose of institutional photographs, of commercials, of web trends, of thoughts leaders, of influencers, of gurus, of every contemporary oracles of our internet and digital medieval times. Declare your glitching iconoclastic. Do not fear failure, praise failure! Praise mistakes! Errors are not the end but a starting point. Hail to glitch! Destroy the plastic pose!!!!!
