Mike's Hypermodern Musings

Your headquarters looks like it still believes the servers will never go down, the valuation will only go up, and the espresso machine will keep frothing forever. Cute. Adorable, even. Like a golden retriever that hasn’t realized it’s fourteen. Meanwhile, reality has been sending gentle reminders in the form of outages, layoffs, and that one viral tweet from a sixteen-year-old who just shorted your entire sector for lulz. Enter stage left: the artistic equivalent of a polite cough in a quiet room. Digital Industrial Art: Abstract Symmetrical Wheel (“sorry to interrupt your delusion, champ”) Imagine the most perfect cybernetic mandala ever designed by a Victorian engineer who mainlined Red Bull and existential dread. Now let it sit in an abandoned data center for twenty years. Let the rust crawl across chrome like orange mold on wedding cake. Let the neon filaments stutter like a GPU on its last prayer. Freeze that exact moment and stretch it to six-and-a-quarter feet of framed “me...

" Machine Core: Nanobot Abstraction " 2025 - z3vios (M J TEKA) Acrylite-faced archival pigment print.  Acquired for immediate placement in forward-thinking corporate and private collections. One does not merely “hang” this work. One submits the wall to it. At first encounter the viewer confronts an icosahedral monolith of liquid titanium (twenty perfect facets, each a mirror that refuses flattery).  The geometry is absolute, almost arrogant in its Platonic certainty. Then the infection reveals itself: a subcutaneous lattice of arterial crimson and molten magma-orange filaments, self-replicating across the metallic skin like a trillion von Neumann probes discovering the pleasures of flesh. This is not a depiction of the post-human. This is the post-human gazing back, amused, already halfway through metabolizing the frame. Chiaroscuro is weaponised here : rim-lighting carves the polyhedron from an abyss so pure it feels vacuum-sealed, while internal bioluminescent pulses (s...

You’ve closed eight-figure deals, built a company that moves markets, and still, when a Fortune-500 client walks into your headquarters, the first thing they see is… a blank wall the color of cheap printer paper. That silence is expensive. It quietly undermines every signal of permanence, taste, and forward-thinking authority you’ve spent decades constructing. In under three seconds, the subconscious verdict is rendered: “Successful, yes. Visionary? Not quite.” There is a fix, and it’s simpler—and far more profitable—than you think. Introducing “An Ornate Study in Shadow and Light” This is not another mass-produced hotel-lobby print. This is a museum-grade, made-to-order masterwork that feels like it was commissioned for a 14th-century banking house that somehow discovered quantum physics. Imagine a vast gothic vault rendered in absolute obsidian and charcoal. Ribbed arches and impossibly intricate geometries recede into infinity, interrupted only by needle-thin blades of pure li...