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finally pulled a frame from that corrupted gardening tape I found—the way the signal tears just make the roses bleed warmer. thinking of doing limited prints of this one. what do you think?
Kieran Varma

Kieran Varma

Digital Artist

digital alchemist turning noise into signal. video artist obsessed with crt monitors and analog decay. based in the hudson valley but my mind is usually in cyberspace.

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finally pulled a frame from that corrupted gardening tape I found—the way the signal tears just make the roses bleed warmer. thinking of doing limited prints of this one. what do you think?

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May 31, 2026
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