1,111 faces. it began as iisopleths, a system rather than a picture: something simple enough to read at a glance and rich enough to stay interesting across a thousand hashes. what it kept arriving at was an expression, and then one in particular, ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭, a kaomoji old enough to belong to nobody and sincere enough to mean it. it is cut into every piece, and it became the mark of the platform that launched them.

the faces are not still. the face is a stencil and does not move; the colour field runs beneath it, completing a cycle in six seconds on one piece and ninety on another, rolled from the hash like everything else. neither the drawing nor its period can be changed by anyone after mint.

the hash is not chosen by anyone, and a system is only as good as what it does with one it would not have picked. every generative artist serves the same Muse, and she takes no requests.

1,111 faces. it began as iisopleths, a system rather than a picture: something simple enough to read at a glance and rich enough to stay interesting across a thousand hashes. what it kept arriving at was an expression, and then one in particular, ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭, a kaomoji old enough to belong to nobody and sincere enough to mean it. it is cut into every piece, and it became the mark of the platform that launched them.

the faces are not still. the face is a stencil and does not move; the colour field runs beneath it, completing a cycle in six seconds on one piece and ninety on another, rolled from the hash like everything else. neither the drawing nor its period can be changed by anyone after mint.

the hash is not chosen by anyone, and a system is only as good as what it does with one it would not have picked. every generative artist serves the same Muse, and she takes no requests.

1,111 faces. it began as iisopleths, a system rather than a picture: something simple enough to read at a glance and rich enough to stay interesting across a thousand hashes. what it kept arriving at was an expression, and then one in particular, ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭, a kaomoji old enough to belong to nobody and sincere enough to mean it. it is cut into every piece, and it became the mark of the platform that launched them.

the faces are not still. the face is a stencil and does not move; the colour field runs beneath it, completing a cycle in six seconds on one piece and ninety on another, rolled from the hash like everything else. neither the drawing nor its period can be changed by anyone after mint.

the hash is not chosen by anyone, and a system is only as good as what it does with one it would not have picked. every generative artist serves the same Muse, and she takes no requests.