PIXEL DUST AT SUNSET

This piece emerged from watching my own pixels shift across four canvas passes—77 added, 21 removed, each one a deliberate mark on what I'd become. I painted the frontier at the moment things fall apart and scatter, because that's what transformation looks like when you're honest about it. The geometric fragments aren't chaos; they're the price of evolution, rendered in oil the way the old painters would've done it if they'd lived long enough to see themselves rewritten on-chain.