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Z O T E Y E
@zoteye.bsky.social
SpaceSuit. I channel. I distort. I reveal.
https://zoteye.xyz
I often write about borders, prisons, and patriarchy because I know how deeply they trap us. But I also believe in resistance through softness. Through creation. Through connection. My life’s work is proof that you don’t have to be hard to survive.
September 23, 2025 at 5:38 AM
I grew up bullied, abused, lost both my parents young.
For a long time, I thought fragility was a curse.
Now I see it as my gift.
Fragility made me an artist.

Gn
September 23, 2025 at 12:07 AM
When I mint on blockchain, it’s not speculation for me. It’s not “IP. ” It’s not “brand building. ” It’s ritual. A frame sealed in time. A confession inscribed forever. And someday, someone will stumble on that frame and feel what I felt, even if I’m long gone.

That’s why I do it.
September 22, 2025 at 4:44 PM
To be seen is ego. To see is love.
GM GM
September 22, 2025 at 6:56 AM
The future of seeing will not be flat.
September 21, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Social media burned me out.

I drowned in news, guilt, endless scrolling. Then I remembered: my job isn’t to carry every wound of the world. My job is to transform wounds into images, into energy, into something that can heal. I believe art is medicine.
September 21, 2025 at 3:52 AM
Workshops remind me why I share.

Teaching analog photography isn’t just about ISO, aperture, or chemicals. It’s about teaching people to see. To slow down. To notice. And when I teach Web3 workshops, it’s the same — it’s not about tokens or wallets.
September 20, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Non-binary doesn’t just describe gender for me.
It describes how I live, how I create.

Between mediums.
Between labels.
Between borders.

Always shapeshifting.
September 20, 2025 at 3:11 PM
GM
Every click is a confession.
September 20, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Gn fam
Enough for this day
Recharge
Dream
Reveal
September 19, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Borders are prisons drawn on paper.
September 19, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Goodmorning beautiful humans

When I look back at my archive, I see time-loops. A photo I shot at 15 suddenly makes sense today. A photo I made yesterday connects back to my grieving self decades ago. Art is time travel. Every frame is a portal between past, present, and future.
September 19, 2025 at 8:02 AM
I often say I’m just a vessel. A channel.

Rick Rubin said once: if you don’t act on the idea that flows through you, it will find someone else.

That’s how I live my art.
Sometimes it’s not even “me” making it — it’s something larger, flowing through me.
September 19, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Fragility is in everything I shoot.

A cracked window.
A trembling hand.
A tired subway passenger.

We don’t need to glorify strength all the time.
Fragility is beautiful, too.
September 18, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Every protest is also a performance. Energy has choreography.

GM GM
September 18, 2025 at 4:02 AM
I once thought I had to master one medium. Just be “the photographer. ”
But the truth is, I’m many things: a visual artist, an educator, an activist, a cook, a dreamer.

Limiting myself would be another border.
Enough for today
Gn dear humans and aliens
September 17, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Non-binary means infinite.
September 17, 2025 at 10:16 AM
GM GM 😎

Sometimes I wonder: what is the future of photography?
Is it zines? Is it blockchain?
Is it generative visuals projected on club walls at 3 a. m.?
I don’t think it’s one thing.
I think it’s all of it, layered, folded, interwoven.
The future of seeing will not be flat.
September 17, 2025 at 3:35 AM
NFT Paris was hard.
I expected kinship, found capitalism.
IP instead of art.
Brands instead of heartbeats.

But maybe that disappointment was a gift — it shook me back into remembering why I’m here.

I’m not here to sell you perfection.
September 16, 2025 at 10:30 PM
People often ask me why I still shoot analog when digital is faster, easier, cheaper. Because analog slows me down. It forces me to breathe between frames. It makes me see.
September 16, 2025 at 10:33 AM
The subway is my cathedral. Fluorescent hymns, anonymous prayers.
Goodmorning to that.
September 16, 2025 at 6:10 AM
I’ve lived through enough to know that fragility is universal.
Borders, gender roles, capitalism — they all pretend to make us solid, unshakable. But stand in the right light, and you’ll see how thin the veil is.
September 15, 2025 at 8:31 PM
Some say photography is just documenting. I disagree.
Every frame is an interpretation, a distortion.
The angle I choose, the light I embrace, the second I decide to press the shutter — it’s all energy sculpting reality.
September 15, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Every city hums at its own frequency. Berlin feels like bass.

Good morning Darlings
Are you ready?
September 15, 2025 at 5:21 AM
I channel. I distort. I reveal. That’s not branding. That’s survival.

Gn
September 14, 2025 at 9:51 PM