F I N A L J E S T

My art is glitch, it´s in limbo,
It falls in between,
Its searchers for loopholes,
And if they are not there,
The loopholes will be created,
It wants to get out of something,
It exists in a space as a somewhere in-between thing,
In a world that is not real but also not fully fiction
Digital in the physical space, it could be present and not present.
It´s is satire, yet it doesn’t try to be ironic
Honest satire.
It doesn’t want to binary,
It wants to exist outside, in-between
My art is glitch