There is no about page.
No origin myth.
No artist’s statement to soften the blow.
Art of FACELESS exists in the glitch between systems — where names are dropped, masks worn backwards, and meaning is forged in friction.
This is not a platform.
This is a crack in the concrete.
They say art should stay out of politics. That DEI is a "luxury belief." That caring for the disabled, the sick, the marginalised is a risk to social cohesion. We call it survival. And we’re not going anywhere.
We’re not aligned to any political party. But
Somewhere along the way, we stopped watermarking. We stopped asking to be paid. We gave our creativity away in exchange for the illusion of relevance.
Now we cry foul.
“No worries, I can get you in XXXXXXX. I’m a face down there.”
Urghh!
Almost 30 years –– mercifully –– free of that memory, until today. Until my husband (re)placed the ‘Facelessness’ thought-domino in my mind, tapped, sat back & ‘got comfy’ for the cascade reaction.
There is no about page.
No origin myth.
No artist’s statement to soften the blow.
Art of FACELESS exists in the glitch between systems — where names are dropped, masks worn backwards, and meaning is forged in friction.
This is not a platform.
This is a crack in the concrete.
ENTRY #2: My Soul vs. the Algorithm
From the Indie Author Diaries of Lloyd Lewis
I poured my soul into a book.
Emotionally-draining poetry and hand-developed black-and-white film.
Grit scraped from the pavements of Cardiff.
Poems carved from disability, loss, and memory.
Amazon, in its infinite machine-wisdom, decided to shelve
Reflections from Art of FACELESS on the Government’s Plan to Ban Face Coverings at Protests
When we founded Art of FACELESS back in 2012, we did it with intention. To explore identity through absence. To create a space where artists, writers, and activists could speak without being tracked, judged,
