For the better part of a decade, Nachi Kurosawa was the poet laureate of digital decay. Her early work—glitched photographs of Shinjuku at 3 AM, corrupted video files of cherry blossoms—masterfully weaponized technical failure to evoke a very Japanese sense of aware (the pathos of things). She made us cry over pixel artifacts.
For the better part of a decade, Nachi Kurosawa was the poet laureate of digital decay. Her early work—glitched photographs of Shinjuku at 3 AM, corrupted video files of cherry blossoms—masterfully weaponized technical failure to evoke a very Japanese sense of aware (the pathos of things). She made us cry over pixel artifacts.