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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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

   [Interactive Installation]


Through a complex of virtuality and interaction, Veneer, which means something that hides something unpleasant or unwanted is subjective installation where media matter becomes the central dictator of the ideology shaping a society. Utilizing collected data from social media, this interactive system blends humor and consciousness with how the content we often use to distract or educate ourselves can became independent as its own community.
    Simulating a video game setup with two controllers, the user can activate or deactivate a guide through voice that shows information about Veneer, from their laws, population count to their leaders. However, no more than allowing the viewer to overlapping videos displayed on the screen, this project is an irony of how much can we control of the digital world, pretending that the underneath is not visible, we often forget that there is a lot of damage and violence inside the digital realm.


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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.