Glitched Realities of Overexposed Fantasies

Welcome to logs, blogs, and vlogs
Not related to specific art works, but very much tied to a specific day, object, emotion, or life.
Expect reports from the perspectives of some of my favorite everyday companions: fractured grass, misfit moths, and overlooked stardust. You’ll also hear from my workers—employees both blue-collar and white-collar—Pero Kavgić, Kaya Liifsong, PAL42, and my dear, semi-retired friend Vesna Mačković.

As I hitchhike through galaxies, play-pretending as Dorothy wandering with her odd gang, navigating earthly burning bushes and basking in calming auroras borealis, the mind is rarely still or empty. Yet, yours truly—Hir Stillness, Marina Otchuda Say Gynt—embodies stillness, patience, and calmness above all else. These logs will stand as witnesses, proof, and jury to that even when my workers tell you differently.

For introspections and rumblings while working on or retrospectively looking at specific artworks, jump to the Workings page.

This is my multimedia mixtape journal, where micro-poetry, essays, and soundscapes intertwine, reflecting on the beauty in life’s absurdities and banalities, connecting daily fragments with shards of identity, politics, technology, and art in a fractured world.