Moț

Moț
Moț

My name is Moț and I’m a surreal non-binary artist from Romania. I do mostly digital collages, but also video editing, traditional art and poetry. My art explores themes such as feminism, psychology, mental health, addiction, politics, transhumanism, fantasy, religion, philosophy, change, heartache and many ambiguous and dark aspects of life.

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Positive disintegration, 2023, Moț
Positive disintegration, 2023, Moț

550, 2022, Moț
550, 2022, Moț

Sudden change is calling, 2022, Moț
Sudden change is calling, 2022, Moț

Between, 2022, Moț
Between, 2022, Moț

Decision, 2022, Moț
Decision, 2022, Moț

Iulia Albu, 2021, Moț
Iulia Albu, 2021, Moț

They are observing, 2021, Moț
They are observing, 2021, Moț

Anthropomorphic, 2020, Moț
Anthropomorphic, 2020, Moț

Disintegration and biases are everywhere, 2020, Moț
Disintegration and biases are everywhere, 2020, Moț

I carry life

 

I am not good or evil
I am not made of dichotomies
To be stuck in complexity is where maturity meets newness
I am it and they and she and him
I am in between who and how and when and if and questions and darks and longing and sharpness
I am the sorrow you carry to new ones
I am what you couldn’t be
I am a shield
You are what made it
I am the event that splits your life in 2 parts
I am the delusion you couldn’t rationalize
I am postmodernism
I am rebirth
I am the thoughts you hide
I am the hiding you make
I am the saw which carries powder and power
I am many
You are one
And so we dance in this dystopian blur
And so we carry our wounds as they itch
I am a shattered mirror that cuts when you call for it
I see the future
and I understand the past,
I understand you.
Youthfully I decay in front of your filth
I’m spitting on your loneliness
Spitting on your ugliness
Spitting on your defects
Forever a victim of self-imposed servitude
and as addiction rots away your conscience
watch me unfold in vulnerability
See the power
you were too weak for
I carry life
It doesn’t carry me
I am the face beneath
You are the mask that hides it.

 


For I am not (the one you killed)

 

I see notes of different self-states
we see differently
we recognize the power perception holds,
I am cold
as I am weak
I am fragile
for you
I close my case
I spit my logic
I spit my bones
with acid
I learn to unlearn myself
I learn to give up my needs
for my needs
As I’m done
As I’m made
Distortion and recklessness
I forgive you,
For I am (not) the one you killed

 


I am IT

 

Tragically, one morning, I woke up
and started to pick every hair I had.
I was a loop of helplessness
because I knew there’s nothing
and I am IT.

 


DANCE DIVINE – Remarkable Sensation (Feat. HEMPTOTE) – Colorgrading & FX: MOT, 2023