Thank you to all who shared work in our recent community artist spotlight, the team was blown away by the talent.
One of our curators, @ParinHeidari, has hand-selected 8 of her favorite works, on display below 🔻🧵
🔳: @KyleHoffmann_
Gingko Leaves
Ginkgoes are considered living fossil that first appeared 290 million years ago. Predating modern bees by 170 million years, incredible survivors.
Made with a 4x5 large format camera, HP5 developed with 510 Pyro
The flower, a gesture of love and steadiness when things felt fragile. I projected the light of Botto's generative work across its fading petals, photographing the tension between them.
Immortal code. Mortal bloom.
I keep returning to this Plate: an abalone shell.
Not because it is rare, but because it has always moved through value.
Along the California coast, abalone circulated before value had a price.
It fed bodies.
It traveled inland.
Its shell was shaped, worn, exchanged, moving between trade, ritual, and use without ever being reduced to just one role.
The shell holds time visibly.
Salt-worn. Abraded.
Rough skin outside, opalescent flesh within.
Pinks, greens, purples catching light only when handled.
A beauty that does not perform.
It reveals itself slowly, through touch, labor, repetition.
Abalone was never just decorative.
It moved through systems of exchange where value was relational, felt against the body, heard as shell chimed against shell, carried rather than owned.
When I photograph abalone, I am acknowledging its long life as something that circulates, through hands, across land, through meaning.
Today, my photographs move differently.
They drift through networks, intangible but traceable.
As entries on a ledger.
Still exchanged.
Still collected.
Still negotiated.
That parallel is not a metaphor I am imposing.
It is a pattern repeating itself.
We like to call technology a rupture.
But more often, it is continuity, ancient behavior expressed through unfamiliar materials.
We have always used objects to hold meaning.
We have always traded them to signal trust, care, power, memory.
The blockchain did not invent this impulse.
It clarified it and made our relationships to value harder to look away from.
My Plates live in this tension, shell and code, land and network, touch and record.
Between ancestral exchange and the speculative present.
The abalone reminds me
value has never been fixed
and has always been relational.
The real question is not whether digital art is real
but whether we are paying attention to what we are trading and what moves with it.