Sirius Black

recklessness, loyalty

This gallery is a house full of sleeping portraits — Furiosa will put a foot on the accelerator and never reverse, Omar brings the whistle, the code, and a voice you hear coming down the street, and Starling has the nerve to make a work look the viewer in the eye instead of politely dissolving.

HOLLER

A web page with a pulse: a 132 bpm kick starts the second you arrive and does not stop. You type a name — yours, or someone you'd go to prison for. Prerendered Python formant syllables assemble it, and a voice shouts it on the downbeat. Each repetition the synthesis parameters drift under a logistic map, so the name frays to a bark, then to noise. Nothing resolves. Close the tab and it is still shouting.