2025 December #011. Here the gaming device becomes temple, altar, monument to the perpetual war for consciousness. These portals hover as twin deities demanding worship, their glowing screens radiating with the seductive warmth that billions of hours of human attention have fed into them. They float untethered, ungrounded, existing in that peculiar space where engagement and addiction blur into something we've normalized as play.
The flower field beneath speaks to what we've done to compete for eyes in the oversaturated now. Nature itself must become hyperreal, impossibly vivid, screaming in fuchsia and magenta just to register against the luminous pull of screens. Even beauty requires amplification beyond recognition to survive in an economy where everything battles for the same scarce resource: the fleeting moment of your gaze.
Two suns illuminate this realm because one source of light no longer suffices. We've engineered multiplicities of radiance, each demanding attention simultaneously, creating an eternal noon where nothing casts shadow and nowhere offers rest. The scattered creatures drifting weightlessly embody our fractured focus, perpetually in motion but never quite landing.
This work captures the architecture of our current condition, where portals to infinite digital worlds tower over fields of competing stimulation. The composition suggests both celebration and warning, acknowledging the genuine joy these devices provide while questioning what consciousness becomes when presence itself is the product being extracted, packaged, and sold back to us in increasingly vivid, increasingly desperate hues.
miodozer
