GLITCH 2

This Is The SECOND Painting In SERIES V: PORTALS.

If Life Were A Simulation, You Wouldn’t Discover It Through An Obvious Error.

You’d Discover It Through Something Smaller, More Intimate, Almost Unforgivable:
A Repetition That Shouldn’t Have Happened. A Second That Repeats Twice.

A Coincidence So Precise It Becomes Suspicious.

And You Feel It In Your Body Before You Have Language To Name It.
Glitch 2 Is Born In The Instant Reality Blinks… And You Don’t.

As If Someone Behind The Curtain Of Reality Were Recalculating, 
Justifying, Patching The Universe With Emergency Strokes…

The Red Frames Feel Like Boundaries, Windows, 
Containers Trying To Hold Something That Cannot Fit Inside Any Space.

Layers Of Paint Stack Like Memories Over Memories, Again And Again, 
Until The Image Corrupts Without Asking Permission.

There Are Two Portals: One Square… One Rectangular…
Both Small, Yet Able To Swallow Your Attention Whole.

The SERIES: PORTALS Has Always Been A Test: To Reveal What’s Inside You.

The PORTALS Are Your Need To Complete What Is Incomplete.
Glitch 2 Pushes That Idea Into A More Uncomfortable Place.

Here, Your Gaze Activates The Work… Then Interrogates It.
And The Work Doesn’t Answer You Clearly; It Answers With Static, Interference, Fragments.

Like An AI-Based System That Doesn’t Want To Be Understood to Keep its SECRETS HIDDEN.

It Confirms That Reality Doesn’t Only Have Depth…
It Has Versions. And Sometimes, For A Second, Those Versions Bleed Into Each Other.

Glitch 2 Uses the Simulation Theory As A Philosophical Threat.
Because Maybe The Real Glitch Doesn’t Originate In This Reality, 
But In A Parallel One That, By Error, Through A Tear In The Existential Fabric… Has Leaked Through.

It’s A Strong Work… Provocative… Like A Fist To The Mind!!!