D.B. 🥀🪞 | THƏ L∆B ØF ∆NØM∆LIƏS_30

In the unstable matrix of AI art, the human body flickers—a spectral presence caught between pixels. Algorithms, those inscrutable junkies, starve for data and mainline biases into their veins. The body, once a temple of constrained flesh and desire for freedom, now stumbles through the binary haze.

Social media, that neon-infested alley, peddles its wares. Nipples pixelated, curves blurred, castrated dicks —the body’s secrets hidden behind a digital smokescreen. Community standards, like crooked cops, enforce the rules. Advertisers whisper, “Cover up, darlings,” while influencers flaunt their surgically sculpted forms. The algorithms, their binary hearts ticking, play judge and jury.

And society? It’s a carnival of contradictions. The body, a political battleground, echoes with slogans. Disability, gender, race—the barricades multiply. We ink our skin with defiance, our scars like hieroglyphs of resistance. The imperfect body, once silenced, now screams demanding recognition. The human form, once silenced, now roars.

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)
Machine: Glitching
Human concept: Dom Barra
Human editing: Dom Barra
Human After All.