





Echoes of Now
Echoes. Fragments. Breaths of now. Art from what doesn’t ask to be seen.
There are echoes that don't make a sound.They live in the gap between what we feel and what we can say.They are remnants of silence, fragments of presence, pulsations that don't demand attention - but resist oblivion.Echoes of Now is a place where the image doesn't need to explain,where thought can be brief and yet whole.There are no answers. Only rhythm.Only traces of now.A now that vibrates even when no one is looking.


MARCUSCASTRØ
There's a rhythm that doesn't appear in fast-paced videos.A sound that pulses between the lines of everyday life. You can't hear it, you can't measure it – you can only perceive it.
PULSE was born as a place of visual listening.An attempt to capture not the spectacle,but the unnoticed instant.
It's a gesture. A whisper.Sometimes a photograph. Sometimes absence.Fragments of thought, sensitive matter, light noise.
Here, you're not selling. Here, what wouldn't fit in a portfolio is exposed.What pulses outside of commercial timing.
PULSE is the interval between one breath and another. It's the tiniest touch that still vibrates. It's art not by definition, but by necessity.
Because sometimes,existing is enough.

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