eyes can talk

less real life

presenting “eyes can talk” collection

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The face, blackened—stripped of identity, race, and social markers. What remains are the eyes: portals to an interior landscape that words cannot traverse.

EYES CAN TALK (N01)

from €30.00

This artwork is part of a limited collection of 50 prints, available in three different sizes. Each purchase is sequentially numbered from 1 to 50, regardless of the chosen size.

Printed in Italy.

EYES CAN TALK (N07)

from €35.00

This artwork is part of a limited collection of 50 prints, available in three different sizes. Each purchase is sequentially numbered from 1 to 50, regardless of the chosen size.

Printed in Italy.

Shop prints

EYES CAN TALK

Lines and colors become the vocabulary of the soul. Each stroke, each hue maps the subject's character—vices etched in pigment, emotions rendered in chromatic language. The portraits speak not through features but through the silent eloquence of the gaze, where truth lives unfiltered.

Digital artwork of a person with a black face mask and glasses, with a minimalistic style, signed 'LESS REAL LIFE'.

Black and white QR code pattern with three distinct square markers at three corners.

Scan the qr to open the ar camera;
frame the n9 artwork to animate it.

Eyes are mirrors turned inward. They reflect what we hide from the world and what we cannot hide from ourselves. In observing them, the viewer undergoes an introspective reaction—a confrontation with their own interior. Empathy is not given; it is demanded. Understanding is sought, but never guaranteed.

A stylized portrait of a person with a black face and exaggerated facial features, wearing a hat with a circular brim, blue necklace, and holding a mobile phone. The image uses dark tones with orange and pink accents.

These are eyes altered by corrupted spirits, impure intentions, incommunicable thoughts. They carry what language fails to articulate: the weight of the unspeakable, the residue of what we suppress. The blackened face becomes a void where projection occurs—the observer fills the absence with their own shadows, their own unspoken truths.

An abstract painting of a dark face with a single eye, surrounded by a halo and mountain peaks, with a colorful sky background.

Abstract digital art depicting a dark mountain with a face and a single eye, set against a colorful background with a blue circle and halo, with stylized glowing elements.

In the end, the eyes do not simply look. They interrogate. They implicate. They reveal that seeing is never passive, but always an act of mutual exposure.

WORKS FROM THE PAST

corrupted artworks

less real life

presenting “corrupted artworks” collection
from “art is dead”

History's masterpieces—corrupted pixel by pixel. Digital vandalism that fractures the bond between original and simulation.

Art enslaved to the screen, hostage to compression and data decay. Each glitch is protest, each distortion a rupture between what art was and what it has become. Yet the corruption seduces. Colors bleed, pixels fragment into new geometries, and error transforms into aesthetic.

The vandalism reveals an uncomfortable truth: we are drawn to the distortion, dependent on the digital decay.

less real life

The face, blackened—stripped of identity, race, and social markers. What remains are the eyes: portals to an interior landscape that words cannot traverse.

EYES CAN TALK

Lines and colors become the vocabulary of the soul. Each stroke, each hue maps the subject's character—vices etched in pigment, emotions rendered in chromatic language. The portraits speak not through features but through the silent eloquence of the gaze, where truth lives unfiltered.

In the end, the eyes do not simply look. They interrogate. They implicate. They reveal that seeing is never passive, but always an act of mutual exposure.

WORKS FROM THE PAST

less real life

History's masterpieces—corrupted pixel by pixel. Digital vandalism that fractures the bond between original and simulation.​

Art enslaved to the screen, hostage to compression and data decay. Each glitch is protest, each distortion a rupture between what art was and what it has become. Yet the corruption seduces. Colors bleed, pixels fragment into new geometries, and error transforms into aesthetic.​

The vandalism reveals an uncomfortable truth: we are drawn to the distortion, dependent on the digital decay.

History's masterpieces—corrupted pixel by pixel. Digital vandalism that fractures the bond between original and simulation.

Art enslaved to the screen, hostage to compression and data decay. Each glitch is protest, each distortion a rupture between what art was and what it has become. Yet the corruption seduces. Colors bleed, pixels fragment into new geometries, and error transforms into aesthetic.