"Fragments of Nowhere explores the fluid boundaries between reality and illusion. The tangible dissolves into the surreal ephemeral. Through motion, light, and composition, the works challenge our perception, suggesting that reality itself is just another shifting layer—one of infinite possible worlds. In this art project, the familiar is unhinged, inviting us to question what we see and how we see it."

- Ronnie K. Pirovino, Chief Curator

DRIFTER 04

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 05

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 06

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 02 (lightbox)

Prints on backlit film, 90 × 172 cm

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 03 (Lightbox)

Prints on backlit film, 90 × 172 cm

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

Fragment 14 (lightbox)

Prints on backlit film, 90 × 172 cm

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Field distortion 01 (interactive video)

Real-time interactive brane at the intersection of dimensions moving with surrounding sound waves and revealing unseen vibrational forces.

About The Field Distortions Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Field distortion 02 (interactive video)​

Real-time interactive brane at the intersection of dimensions moving with surrounding sound waves and revealing unseen vibrational forces.

About The Field Distortions Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Field distortion 03 (interactive video)​

Real-time interactive brane at the intersection of dimensions moving with surrounding sound waves and revealing unseen vibrational forces.

About The Field Distortions Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

DRIFTER 07

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 08

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 09

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 10

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 11

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 12

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 13

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 14

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 15

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 16

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 17

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 18

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 19

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 20

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 21

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 22

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 23

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 24

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 25

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 26

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit.

Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

fragment 15

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 04

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 05

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 06

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 07

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 08

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 09

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 10

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 11

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 12

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 13

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 01

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 02

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 03

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

Fragment 16

About The Fragments Collection

We move through shifting zones, documenting changes as they happen. Some distortions last seconds, others settle in like they’ve always been there. The images serve as field notes—traces of what we encountered, what resisted capture, what left an imprint before slipping away. Each entry is a record of interference, of spaces in flux. Some distortions linger, others erase themselves the second we turn away. Either way, the landscape moves on. We follow.

DRIFTER 27

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 28

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 29

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 30

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 31

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.

DRIFTER 32

About The Drifters Collection

Somewhere between a guest and a glitch, the Drifter isn’t exactly lost, just… undecided. It flickers in and out, like bad reception or a half-finished thought, bending light in ways it probably shouldn’t. Try to pin it down, and it’s already gone—reshuffled, reassembled, mid-exit. Drifters don’t wait around for explanations. They cut across dimensions, take wrong turns on purpose, and leave behind just enough to make you wonder if they were ever really here. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe they still are.