don’t let the algorithm steal your identity.
this piece wasn’t planned. i didn’t start with an idea or a message. i was just moving my pen on the wacom. lines going everywhere. no destination.
and slowly… it started to form. a figure. looking directly at me. it didn’t look like my previous works. it didn’t look like someone I knew.
but it felt familiar at the same time. i remember asking it: who are you?
a few months later, when I became more active on X, something strange happened.
i felt divided.
if I wasn’t similar to the algorithm, i felt invisible. if i became too similar to it, i didn’t feel like myself anymore.
visibility or identity. Attention or truth.
then that question came back again. "who are you?"
i opened this piece and continued working on it. it felt like it was waiting for me to understand it.
this work is not just about a face. It’s about that quiet pressure we feel when we start adjusting ourselves to be accepted by a system.
don’t let the algorithm steal your identity.
not every gaze should change who you are. sometimes the strongest thing you can do is look back and ask first:
Who are you?
