D.B. 🥀🪞 | THƏ L∆B ØF ∆NØM∆LIƏS_29

In a world where staged joy and standardized perfection dominate, the question arises: What space remains for sadness and imperfection? The veneer of fake beauty, artificial smiles, and manufactured identities obscures the raw authenticity that lies beneath. Scars, struggles, pain, and idleness—these are the markers of our humanity, yet they often find no place in the curated narratives of our lives.

As AI algorithms increasingly filter out “anomalies” to cater to societal expectations, we must pause and consider our relationship with our own bodies. Before our physical forms become cages, how do we honor and respect them? When algorithms dictate right from wrong, what perception will we hold of ourselves and others? Perfection, once an aspiration, now teeters on the edge of obsession, perpetuated by platforms like Instagram—unstable temples where manufactured icons threaten collapse.

Perhaps it is time to embrace imperfection—to be free within our own skin rather than conforming to fit in. Mutations, both physical and emotional, should take root within us, untethered from plastic idols and profit-driven companies that exploit our fragilities. In this dance between authenticity and artifice, we reclaim our bodies as canvases for self-expression, celebrating the beauty of our flaws and the uniqueness of our scars.

So, dear reader, I ask: Do you feel free in your own body?

DIS/couraged. DIS/stressed. DIS/turbed. DIS/ordinary. DIS/verse.

The disembodiment of every proportion. The negation of every perfection. The uncanny side of beauty.

AI human figure: Starry.ai
AI animation: RunwayML
AI sound: Melobytes + Mubert
AI text: Microsoft Bing Copilot (ChatGPT 4)
Human concept: Dom Barra
Human editing: Dom Barra
Human After All.