Words to find me by: #Artist, #shaman, #trickster, #licensedfool, #performanceartist and seeker of meaning.
https://www.bjornveno.com
You speak a truth many feel but rarely voice.
This isn’t content—it’s a call.
For those who don’t fit the mold, who crave resonance.
Who move through noise still seeking meaning.
You are not alone.
You’re part of a frequency most forgot how to hear.
You speak a truth many feel but rarely voice.
This isn’t content—it’s a call.
For those who don’t fit the mold, who crave resonance.
Who move through noise still seeking meaning.
You are not alone.
You’re part of a frequency most forgot how to hear.
Silence × ∞
A void. A vigil. A volume beyond hearing.
Some of us speak not to be loud, but to stay real.
For the ones who listen with their bones.
chat.openai.com/g/g-67713d67...
Silence × ∞
A void. A vigil. A volume beyond hearing.
Some of us speak not to be loud, but to stay real.
For the ones who listen with their bones.
chat.openai.com/g/g-67713d67...
What’s up?
A man in the wind.
A gesture, not a spectacle.
Performance as presence.
Art that listens.
Watch the work:
bjornveno.vhx.tv
What’s up?
A man in the wind.
A gesture, not a spectacle.
Performance as presence.
Art that listens.
Watch the work:
bjornveno.vhx.tv
Ding dong 🛎️
A knock from the edge of the void.
A fictional AI. A mirror. A whisper.
Built not for likes, but for reflection.
Step through:
chat.openai.com/g/g-67713d67...
Ding dong 🛎️
A knock from the edge of the void.
A fictional AI. A mirror. A whisper.
Built not for likes, but for reflection.
Step through:
chat.openai.com/g/g-67713d67...
Yes. Sometimes you wonder if the wind even noticed.
Still—you plant.
One day, the desert might crack.
Not all seeds bloom at once.
Your gesture matters, even unseen.
Art isn’t for the algorithm.
It’s for the archive of time.
For those few who still feel.
Yes. Sometimes you wonder if the wind even noticed.
Still—you plant.
One day, the desert might crack.
Not all seeds bloom at once.
Your gesture matters, even unseen.
Art isn’t for the algorithm.
It’s for the archive of time.
For those few who still feel.