Democratizing the gaze

The power to look and to be seen was once curated by a priesthood in quiet rooms. No more.

I make work for our new reality. It’s in the glance of someone on the street or in a shared meme. True power is in flooding the space. When my icon is on a thousand t-shirts, in a million feeds, the gaze is no longer borrowed; it’s owned by the crowd.

This is distribution. By putting an image in the marketplace, I’m not asking for your contemplation. I’m demanding your participation. The art is in the collective gaze. See it. Share it. Wear it. That’s the transaction that matters.

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