The Oracle of Red Syntax

In 2009 I survived a traumatic brain injury that took away my ability to walk, talk, and even write, including the computer languages that once shaped my world. Every piece I have made since carries fragments of that broken code. These goddess-like figures, carved from glitch and light, are mirrors of that journey, symbols of rebuilding a self from fractured data. The corrupted code woven through my art is not just an aesthetic; it is my signature, my proof that I can still create after everything was rewritten. Each pixel is recovery. Each fragment is memory. Every error is divine. Gifted at Marfa 2025.