Curated by fracture, by echo—by holders of MY BRAIN ON CHAIN, the first human brain ever inscribed on the Bitcoin blockchain. In MY BRAIN ON CHAIN, DocT carved the structure of thought into permanence, decentralizing the anatomical foundations of his mind—sliced, engraved, and made immutable. The innermost workings of the self, exposed to the chain. But that act was only the beginning. MY BRAIN ON CHAIN collectors became part of the recursion—holding the fragments, now reflecting them back. Completing the cycle: From artist to audience. From ego to echo. From one mind to another. And now—from many, back to one. No control. No hierarchy. The artist collapses. The audience invades. Authorship dissolves. Ordinals allow it—art not just stored, but burned into time. Into code. Into physical 60x90 cm acrylic robot paintings. This is PORTRAITS OF DISSONANCE. Where MY BRAIN ON CHAIN laid bare and decentralized the architecture of thought, PORTRAITS OF DISSONANCE shifts its lens to the face—the outward projection of the self. But a face is not simply a face; it is a battlefield. Everything shifts—memories bleed into the present, emotions slash through the surface, identity smears, then vanishes. There is no center, no wholeness, only fragments held together by force. This paint does not depict; it attacks. It buries, it reveals, it distorts. Identity is nothing but layers—some real, some false, all unstable. We build ourselves in pieces, we tear ourselves apart, and in the end, we are left with something unrecognizable. Who are we? The answer is always unfinished. Portraits of Dissonance refuse clarity. They exist in tension, in collapse, in the raw violence of becoming. They do not seek beauty. They seek truth—but truth is broken.