HW- how it goes...

with #tropewave style I morph the mundane into the hallucinogenic, a digital carnival where the ordinary becomes the grotesque and sublime all at once. Armed with nothing but a flickering mouse and a battered keyboard, I dive headfirst into a sea of banal photographs—an unassuming street corner, a tired office worker, a suburban backyard—each a blank canvas waiting to be shredded and reassembled into a feverish nightmare.


i edit like a mad surgeon, slicing through reality’s veneer, inserting monstrous eyes that ooze absurdity, elongating shadows into twisting tentacles, and smudging the edges of sanity with a pixelated brush. Every click is a defiant scream into the void, a satire of the everyday that mocks our obsession with normalcy while exposing its grotesque underbelly. My art isn’t just surreal; it’s an acid trip through the underbelly of the mundane, a twisted carnival ride that laughs at the absurdity of our routines.

I chase the chaos with reckless abandon, stitching together fractured images that seem to breathe and pulse with a life of their own, a visual slap in the face to convention. It’s as if Salvador Dalí and Hunter Thompson had a baby, and that baby grew up to hack the matrix with a digital chainsaw. The process is frantic, visceral—each layer peeled back revealing more chaos, more satire, more questions about our shared delusions. I don’t create art to please; I do it to provoke, to unsettle, to make viewers squirm beneath the polished surface of their sanitized lives.

My digital playground is a warped reflection of the absurd spectacle that is modern existence, where the line between reality and nightmare blurs into a kaleidoscope of absurdist satire. It’s a furious, frenetic act of rebellion, a visual manifesto that screams for attention in a world drowning in sameness. This is my digital acid trip, my grotesque homage to the chaos of the everyday, a wild, unhinged expression of the surreal absurdity that lurks just beneath the veneer of normalcy... #tropewave