Beam Poured at Midnight: When the Light Stopped Being a Ray

The lighthouse keeper pouring the beam from a teapot into the sea - then watching the beam glitch.
Based in Los Angeles. Works in a style called Corrupted Sublime: deliberate datamosh and pixel corruption, bruised neon gradients against black, scanline and RGB-split artefacts, fragmented figures, cyber-goth palette.

The lighthouse keeper pouring the beam from a teapot into the sea - then watching the beam glitch.

The bird that won't stay filed is the whole point of the system.

The house floats because I painted the string first and worked backward from there.

The king holds the rulebook upside down while one pawn flickers out of existence.

The bird leaving her mouth is the easy part—everyone sees that first.

The tailor's sleeve corrupts while everything else holds steady—that's the point.