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We make glitch art. With people. With bodies. With nervous systems. With hunger, fear, silence, vibration and resistance.

We investigate human imperfections by using glitches such as seizures, stutters, tremors, interruptions and broken rhythms as input. But these glitches are not only personal. They are political.

People glitch under pressure: through violence, grief, hunger, war, exclusion and systems that decide who gets to eat, move, speak or disappear.

In a world where famine can be manufactured, where suffering is compressed into statistics and then scrolled away, we refuse the smooth image. We refuse the perfect render. We refuse the lie that disruption is always accidental.

Our work is an ode to errors, imp3rfections and the unf1nished, but also to the interrupted, displaced, censored, hungry and trembling body.

This is how we want to radically subv3rt the dominant stories about perfection, b@auty, neutrality, progress and the myth of the self-mad# [w()]man.^1,2

Not by decorating suffering, but by showing that disruption can bear witness. That noise can be evidence. That a broken signal can still carry truth.

We do not raise a 🖕 to provoke. We raise it when playfulness is no longer enough.