I changed my middle name to Dissent. Not legally—that would be too formal. This one’s more spiritual. A private headline. A whisper I wear like a tattoo under the skin—just visible enough to get questions. Just dangerous enough to make people look twice. I don’t know exactly when the shift happened.  Maybe it’s age.  Maybe it’s exhaustion.  Maybe it’s because whatever patience I had has officially left the building.

Rosy Myart (c1965–2065): The Artist Who Refused to Look Away. In the annals of Earth’s postmodern art history, few names cut with the clarity and honesty of artist Rosy Myart. Born in 1965, Myart came of age in the twilight of the 20th century, high on the promise that the 21st century would be a leap forward. Instead, the years 2000 to 2025 delivered disappointment. It was a time of decay disguised as progress, of distraction dressed as innovation. The public’s gaze turned toward AI...