Sight is overrated.
In a world flooded with signals, to be blind is not to be unaware but to be immune.
Blindwave is a visual paradox: a figure surrounded by countless eyes, yet lost in a trance where vision is irrelevant. She hears what we refuse to see, feels what cannot be spoken, and moves through a frequency invisible to most a wave that blinds to reveal.
The vinyl spins like time itself, looping identity, memory, rebellion. The yellow pulse that coils around her body is not just sound it is data, emotion, memory, madness.
The eyes that float are they hers? Are they ours? Or are they watchers, broken and scattered by overstimulation?
Blindwave captures the tension between perception and sensation, between visibility and autonomy. This is the anthem of the overloaded generation those who stopped looking, and started resonating instead.
She does not seek the spotlight. She is the signal.