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s h a d o w s ~  by m0dest

< this is what it remembers > by m0dest

all that remains

the monkey miners

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In the syrupy glow of sunset, his shadow stretched itself thin and long across the tired old bricks, like some lanky, reluctant confidant. 

It was as much a part of him as his own skin, yet it lived its own silent, separate life, a smudge of darkness in a world too bright for truth. 

This shadow knew all the quiet corners of his soul, the places where joy and sorrow melted together into a sort of gentle, enduring gray. 

It followed him, a loyal echo of each weary step, a silent witness to the absurdity and beauty of simply being. 

As the light faded, the shadow seemed to stand a moment longer, a dark, fleeting monument to the man it had quietly observed, a man whose every breath was a poem written in the secret language of shadows.
 
And then, like everything else, it slipped away into the tender arms of the universe, leaving behind nothing but the faint memory of having been.

~ on shadows by m0dest

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*This collection began by trying to use a machine to recreate a memory.* \
*I gathered old family photographs - some mine, others collected from friends, relatives, strangers. I trained a model to learn what a family looks like: the poses, the lighting, the closeness, the distance.* \
*What came out wasn’t memory.* \
*It wasn’t even family.* \
*It was something stranger.*
 
*A series of images that felt almost familiar - like dreams passed off as truth. Children who never age. Faces that repeat. Smiles that don’t quite reach.* \
*The machine wasn’t recreating what was.* \
*It was inventing what it thinks we want to remember.* \
*In spirit, this series echoes Gerhard Richter’s blurred photo paintings - where history is softened, identities dissolve, and what remains is the emotional residue of what might have been.*


*But here, the blur is digital. The memory never existed.* \
*This is the result:* \
*33 portraits of ghosts, stitched from borrowed lives.* \
*This isn’t nostalgia.* \
*It’s recognition, disfigured.* \
*It’s love, simulated.* \
*It’s memory—remembered wrong.*

m0dest


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a pixel's glow, a fleeting trace,
a shattered mirror's fractured face.
errors whisper, soft and low,
in cracks where truth begins to grow.

the machine hums, the silence calls,
through broken lines and phantom walls.
what once was lost now stakes its claim—
a ghost of hope, all that remains.

nytypeshit

< monkey miner > was the eleventh work in the ӨBΞY ϮHΞ PЯӨMPϮ series.  

this series < the monkey miners > includes 99 individually crafted 1/1 iterations of the og < monkey miner > work.   each artwork has been customized using a variety of image processing algorithms that i have developed for use in my work. 

there are only 99 monkeys.  and they are chimps.  but who's counting 

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every bone
  cracked 
 but he kept standing back up 
because collapse 
would mean
 it was all for 
nothing

the proverbial last leg

no mask, 
no shame
    just me, 
standing at the edge 
of the chain, 
ready to claim 
what you thought 
was yours

Ɨ Ⱥ₥ ⱧɆⱤɆ ƑØⱤ ɎØɄⱤ j₱ɆƓȘ

they came 
    not with seeds, 
but with signals 
    sowing protocols
 instead 
   of     crops, 
and reaping   profits 
 in place of rain

₦Ɇ₩ ₣ΔⱤ₥ɆⱤƧ

he  laughed 
as he watched
     the world
    unravel, 
knowing 
   he had merely 
 pulled the first thread



HVYHVI

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V #950: 2 x the monkey miners + nytypeshit + 3 other tokens

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