Eyes sharpened by exile.
He wears the river’s teeth, stitched in cloth, soaked in memory.
Underneath the hood: silence, resistance, and the hum of old systems collapsing.
In Existence Without Form, Harman continues to push the boundaries of postpainting, conjuring a near-future vision where ecology, resistance, and memory unravel across the rusted bones of the city. These are not static works—they thrum with encoded urgency, layered with the flicker of an AI music film that runs parallel to the visual language. Together, they form a kind of mythological system for a world lost to hyper-surveillance and synthetic life.
At the center of the series are hooded figures—anonymous, native, untraceable—who breed and release real fish into the tainted rivers of their city. Not as performance, but as survival. Each act becomes a quiet refusal, a reclaiming of ritual in an environment engineered to forget what came before.
Opposing them is “The CORP”—a faceless machine-logic of manufactured control. It releases robotic fish into the same waters, built to hunt the living. Their rivers become laboratories. Their streets, corridors for robot greyhounds and mechanical patrols—creatures so precisely mobile they unsettle the boundary between predator and product.
And still, the hooded ones move. Wordless, directionless, upstream against the algorithm. Not to win. Not even to be seen.
The cityscapes in these works pulse with tension—ghosted glass, corroded metal, wet concrete haunted by digital residue. Each image flickers between the real and the artificially reconstructed: part surveillance capture, part sacred painting. The line breaks down. Identity becomes smudge. Water becomes wire.
In Harman’s hands, postpainting becomes more than aesthetic—it becomes resistance. Not through spectacle, but through acts of quiet defiance. The release of life in a system built to catalogue, monetize, and erase it.
There is no crescendo. No hero myth. Just figures tending to breath and blood, behind glass, beneath drones.
They do not ask to be remembered.
They simply refuse to disappear.
