True Aesthetics of the World - Commafuck
Commafuck—A collection where a snake (the elite) becomes the editor-in-chief of human suffering, pointing out the typos in society’s grand narrative of progress.
These images, wrapped in digital filter of snake optics, bares its fangs. In this artwork world isn’t just seen—it’s dissected through the cold, predatory eyes a snake, where every pixelated shadow of poverty coils tighter under technology’s synthetic glare. The merciless and hyper-aware, elite slither in, posturing as enlightened critics, pointing out cracks like they're annotating tragedy for sport.
Technology when layered on the real doesn’t polish this mess; it compounds it, wrapping around their smug superiority and squeezing out the truth: the real ugliness isn’t poverty, it’s their shameless, cold-blooded insensitivity. Each frame spits venom, twisting their curated pity into a mirror of their own unrelenting greed.
In the end, Commafuck doesn’t just hiss—it strangles. The elite, so keen to dissect, find themselves under the scalpel, their feigned empathy pinned like a specimen under glass. The lens turns inward, and for once, their cold-blooded pretense is stripped away, leaving them exposed, under the viewer's grip, gasping for air.

Guarding the toilet, mid-bite
The secret ingredient? Hope
Kept the hunger for himself, offered his meal
Buckets over school bag
No lather, just stones

Sofa Party
A sewage covered with Satin

A 200 million dollar painting on a dumpster

A room that fits