"Lost" in NFT technology" The artist painted me through a spectrum of wear, adversity, joy, and costs. I don't need to think about it because I'm the ornament that pleases, impresses, or creates disgust. I can live with that, but now I don't know what I am and where I belong... I think I'm about to lose myself in "monopoly money" and the NFT abbreviation. Or degraded to a link? Maybe I'm transformed into a foster child from screen to screen, should I rebel by fading away? or maybe lay on my side just to confuse? Does my creator really want me to shrink into crypto like a king today and a pawn tomorrow? My message is the heart and soul of my artist mom, but where in technology am I thrown? Did she just let it happen because it's exciting for her? am I hovering? am I just orbiting like a discarded satellite without substance? I don't want to be art connected to a plug I'd rather meet a dear friend who finds the best place on the wall for me. I don't even need a frame, but I can handle that. So, tell me why I would say yes to this, mom? Berit Haga 2023
