I often write about borders, prisons, and patriarchy because I know how deeply they trap us. But I also believe in resistance through softness. Through creation. Through connection. My life’s work is proof that you don’t have to be hard to survive.

I grew up bullied, abused, lost both my parents young. For a long time, I thought fragility was a curse. Now I see it as my gift. Fragility made me an artist. Gn

When I mint on blockchain, it’s not speculation for me. It’s not “IP. ” It’s not “brand building. ” It’s ritual. A frame sealed in time. A confession inscribed forever. And someday, someone will stumble on that frame and feel what I felt, even if I’m long gone. That’s why I do it.

To be seen is ego. To see is love. GM GM

The future of seeing will not be flat.

Social media burned me out. I drowned in news, guilt, endless scrolling. Then I remembered: my job isn’t to carry every wound of the world. My job is to transform wounds into images, into energy, into something that can heal. I believe art is medicine.

Workshops remind me why I share. Teaching analog photography isn’t just about ISO, aperture, or chemicals. It’s about teaching people to see. To slow down. To notice. And when I teach Web3 workshops, it’s the same — it’s not about tokens or wallets.

Non-binary doesn’t just describe gender for me. It describes how I live, how I create. Between mediums. Between labels. Between borders. Always shapeshifting.

GM Every click is a confession.

Gn fam Enough for this day Recharge Dream Reveal

Borders are prisons drawn on paper.

Goodmorning beautiful humans When I look back at my archive, I see time-loops. A photo I shot at 15 suddenly makes sense today. A photo I made yesterday connects back to my grieving self decades ago. Art is time travel. Every frame is a portal between past, present, and future.

I often say I’m just a vessel. A channel. Rick Rubin said once: if you don’t act on the idea that flows through you, it will find someone else. That’s how I live my art. Sometimes it’s not even “me” making it — it’s something larger, flowing through me.

Fragility is in everything I shoot. A cracked window. A trembling hand. A tired subway passenger. We don’t need to glorify strength all the time. Fragility is beautiful, too.

Every protest is also a performance. Energy has choreography. GM GM

I once thought I had to master one medium. Just be “the photographer. ” But the truth is, I’m many things: a visual artist, an educator, an activist, a cook, a dreamer. Limiting myself would be another border. Enough for today Gn dear humans and aliens

Non-binary means infinite.

GM GM 😎 Sometimes I wonder: what is the future of photography? Is it zines? Is it blockchain? Is it generative visuals projected on club walls at 3 a. m.? I don’t think it’s one thing. I think it’s all of it, layered, folded, interwoven. The future of seeing will not be flat.

NFT Paris was hard. I expected kinship, found capitalism. IP instead of art. Brands instead of heartbeats. But maybe that disappointment was a gift — it shook me back into remembering why I’m here. I’m not here to sell you perfection.

People often ask me why I still shoot analog when digital is faster, easier, cheaper. Because analog slows me down. It forces me to breathe between frames. It makes me see.

The subway is my cathedral. Fluorescent hymns, anonymous prayers. Goodmorning to that.

I’ve lived through enough to know that fragility is universal. Borders, gender roles, capitalism — they all pretend to make us solid, unshakable. But stand in the right light, and you’ll see how thin the veil is.

Some say photography is just documenting. I disagree. Every frame is an interpretation, a distortion. The angle I choose, the light I embrace, the second I decide to press the shutter — it’s all energy sculpting reality.

Every city hums at its own frequency. Berlin feels like bass. Good morning Darlings Are you ready?

I channel. I distort. I reveal. That’s not branding. That’s survival. Gn

Pasta has been my therapy lately. Flour, water, hands. It’s slow, grounding, forgiving. Maybe cooking and photography are the same: simple ingredients, endless variations, always about timing and heat.

GM GM When I mint a photo on-chain, I’m not just uploading an image. I’m inscribing a truth. A moment that will never exist again. Blockchain fascinates me because it mirrors photography: both are about time, both about permanence. A shutter closes, a block is minted.

Casino for Social Medicine in Berlin reminded me that community is the only cure. People sitting together, giving empathy, no transactions, no hierarchies. Just humans. Goodnight world.

I used to drown in the news. Dead children, burning bodies, the endless scroll of suffering. At some point, I stopped. Not because I don’t care, but because I realized: guilt doesn’t heal the world. Creation does.

GM GM Would you still make art if no one ever saw it? I would. Wish you a wonderful day 🙏

Every photo I take is a vessel. Some hold joy. Some hold grief. Some are so fragile I almost don’t want to release them into the world. But art is energy, and energy is meant to flow. Gn

One roll. 36 frames. One day. That’s my ritual. Every week, I push myself to finish an entire film in a single breath of time. It’s chaotic, imperfect, exhausting — but it forces me to see.

GM GM Non-binary isn’t a label. It’s a refusal to shrink.

Would AI ever learn how it feels to miss your mother? To wake up decades later and still sense the absence as if it’s fresh? I don’t think so. But I believe AI can help us ask better questions, look deeper, maybe even learn to hold fragility as strength.

Fragility is not weakness. It’s the universe whispering through you.

GM GM When I was 10, I held a camera for the first time. The negatives are still with me, still alive. Some photos from back then only reveal their meaning to me now. Time travel is real — it’s called photography.

Borders are just scars on the earth. I photograph scars.

Do you ever feel like your shadow knows more about you than your reflection? I keep chasing mine with a camera. Sometimes it feels like the truest self hides in the in-between.

Berlin coffee shops are full of people building startups. I sit there with my film camera, capturing the glow of neon, the curve of a tired shoulder, the mess of cables. Hackathons feed my brain, film feeds my soul. Maybe this is my survival: balancing creation in two worlds at once.

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Photobooks are resurging. Blockchain photography is growing. It’s not a battle—it’s a braid.

97% of extremist-related murders in the U.S. in 2024 were linked to right-wing extremists. It’s not a political movement anymore - it’s a hobby for failed men with too much testosterone and not enough brain cells.

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