The domain of the digital must belong to users, -invisible, without a name, a role, or any interest. Here, life has been curated to a single extension, a meaningful and meaningless imagery. Are people hidden by too many images? Do they become images? Once virtualized, our skin becomes permeable and one day, it will detach itself completely from the hyper body and vanish. We [individual intelligences] have our image, like a wheel’s tire, stripped of its own form through its continued use. This, a practical evasion of biometric facial recognition -as the spectacle is the realm of vision, and vision is exteriority- is a dispossession of oneself. How dreary to be somebody! Shamefully elitist and ego driven. But telepresence is always something more than just the projection of the image. Am I the one to become nobody on the void of a digital screen? Or is my being entangled into my process? Hello, I’m nobody, who are you?

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of work by ẅhŏddăŧ

based in São Paulo, discussing art,
graphic design & technology.

My Happy SVG

Welcome to the archive space              of work by ẅhŏddăŧ based in São Paulo,
    art,graphic design &

My Happy SVG

My Happy SVG
Garden of Agon   

   [Interactive Installation]


According to most of theology preaching, life began at a Garden. Heavenly, beautiful, and free of temptations. Nature and Humans starred not only the first coexisting relationship, as well as the first Agon. The word inherited from Ancient Greek ἀγών proves that breaking boundaries of being an expression of or giving a tangible or visible form shall cause interferences. Decades later, we allow another protagonist to rise - Technology. In times of post-human post-media relationships, it is no longer acceptable to see coexisting as binary; technology has given us another seed in our Gardens. Relaying on my personal journey of self-sowing discussions about how entangled each one of these three seemly distinct categories are, Garden of Agon (a non-binary embodiment) is a modern allegory of roots, desires and thoughts collected to repel the viewer of entering a Garden. Here, Nature becomes Technology as it germinates connections within its components moreover Technology embodies Human as it leads you to interfere as you get closer. As a complex and visually intriguing installation, Garden of Agon provokes and expels - We must cultivate our own garden, as Voltaire said.  


Steel Plate donated by RFR Recycling

Thanks to:

Matheus Leston
Caio Moraes
& all those who supported me for this project


My artistic practice was curated by a poem called ‘I’m Nobody! Who are you?’ from Emily Dickinson, that confronts the fame and authorship in a beautiful and inspiring way. 
My artistic name, as I use, is Whoddat, allowing the anonymity to be its center while appropriating the Internet language as poetically written.