Pixellised photo of myself in front of a tree
Photography
A silhouette stretches along the ground, merging the shape of a human body (the artist himself) with the upper branches of a tree. The figure is rooted, yet intangible — made not of bark or flesh, but of digital grain, pixel noise, interference.
The image stages a strange grafting: man and nature, collapsed into a single outline. But the medium betrays the illusion. What looks like a photograph of connection is corrupted by technological detachment. The digital surface is noisy, sterile, disembodied. The tree, once a symbol of rootedness, becomes just another texture, flattened and encoded.
This is no longer about belonging to nature — it is about being absorbed by its simulation. The self is pixelated. The soil is gone.