Digital Dissolution

Digital Dissolution shows a person turning into data. A woman's face appears in profile, eyes closed, in pale green against black. Her hair flies up and outward in fine wisps, and all around her hang vertical strips of small green blocks, like columns of code scrolling down a screen.

Look at where her face ends. Her cheek and jaw do not stop at an outline; they fade into the columns until you cannot say which is skin and which is code. The strips are brightest near the top and thin out toward the edges, where the picture breaks into loose blocks. Single hairs cross the dark at the left.

The mood is quiet and cool, almost like sleep. There is no struggle in her face. To me it asks how much of us already lives in the digital world, in profiles, messages and photos, and whether dissolving into it feels like loss or like rest.

In a room the tall format and the single colour make it calm to live with, despite the subject. It may speak to long days spent behind a screen, or bring back the green text of early computers. The surreal mix of face and code suits dark or white walls, black metal and glass. It fits a home office, a studio, a living room, a bedroom or a gaming room.