Me, herself & ai

Mirror project that interacts with "Me myself & ai" by Sofi Moutafi. The creation of this work results from the collaboration of man and machine, which places it at the intersection of these two great sets. In this way we ask the question: what is real and what is not? What is considered art and what is fake? IS there really a limit at the intersection of the two sets or is this also another part of the journey?
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