I hunt the moment when reality quietly forgets its own rules.
Hello, I’m Gossia.
I don’t start by trying to make “art.” I start with a question:
What happens if…?
It usually starts with noticing — a photograph, a color, a strange little moment.
I follow the question, not the answer.
Some ideas become photographs. Some become something I never intended to make.
Either way, that’s the work.
And then there’s Duke.
My muse. My shadow. My occasional collaborator.
He has a remarkable ability to look profoundly serious while doing something completely ridiculous.
Gossia creates the chaos. Duke commits the crimes. Together, we make the evidence worth framing.
