I dreamt about all the faces I had seen on the TV. The eyes of
presenters from telemarketing commercials appeared to melt. News
reporters burst into mosaics of glitches. Retro video game-esque shapes
danced on top of politicians’ cheeks. When I tuned in again, I recreated
these transmission errors and took pictures of different parts of
scrambled video footage as it was undergoing a process of transformation
in real time. After many months of doing this, I had witnessed
bewitching noses jut out of ink black nothingness, razor-toothed men
leer in digital limbo, and blocky, morphing faces squawk like exotic
birds.
