Neon Heatwave Selfie

A standing figure occupies the center of a cluttered interior, phone raised to capture a mirror image. She wears a fitted tank, low-rise denim shorts, and lace-top stockings that catch the eye along the thigh. One arm hangs at her side; the other frames the device, cropping the face so the gaze is partly hidden. Behind her, dreamcatchers, posters, and rumpled bedding recede into a shallow, busy space that reads as a lived-in bedroom rather than a studio set. The palette is violently restricted: acid lime and chartreuse collide with saturated orange and coral, as if the file had been solarized or run through a thermal LUT. Highlights blow out into yellow; shadows flatten into hot red. Edges remain sharp enough to read fabric texture and lace, yet the overall surface feels posterized, closer to analog video or early digital filters than to naturalistic photography. Mood is intimate and slightly restless—the casual pose of a private snapshot amplified by a psychedelic, late-night color grade. The work sits between selfie culture and 1990s rave graphics, recalling vaporwave’s nostalgia for CRT glow without quoting any single artist. Composition is vertical and frontal, locking the viewer into the same axis as the phone, so the image becomes both document and performance.