Morning, Mirror, Moment
It started in the bathroom. I was barely awake, hair a mess, eyes still foggy from sleep. I looked into the mirror, and the mirror looked back. For a split second, I wasn’t sure who blinked first. Was I the one observing—or being observed? That tiny moment of confusion planted a seed. By the time I finished brushing my teeth, the question had already taken shape: “Am I the artist – or am I the artwork?”
The Museum That Said Yes
Later that week, I found myself in conversation with the museum director. I told him I wanted to hang a mirror between the old masters—Rembrandt, Goya, the usual suspects. He raised an eyebrow. I raised mine back. To my surprise, he agreed. “If it makes people think,” he said, “it belongs here.”
So we did it. A gold-framed mirror, placed between centuries of brushstrokes. On its surface, I wrote the question in white ink, like a whisper: “Am I the artist – or am I the artwork?” And below it, my name: Gerda Gong.
Watching the Watchers
I stayed in the gallery all day, pretending to be just another visitor. People approached the mirror cautiously. Some thought it was a mistake. Others leaned in, read the words, and paused. A few laughed nervously. Some looked away, uncomfortable. One woman whispered to her friend, “I don’t like how it makes me feel.” Another man stood there for ten minutes, unmoving.
It was surreal. By the end of the day, I wasn’t sure if I had created the moment—or if the moment had created me.
Now on Zora
That mirror, that question, that moment—now lives on Zora. Zora is a platform where creators can publish and tokenize their work. Every post becomes a digital asset, a coin, a piece of value.
It’s not just about sharing—it’s about owning, trading, and being part of a new kind of creative economy.
My first piece is now live. A digital image of the museum scene, with me in the mirror, asking the question that started it all.
I’m curious what people will see. Or if they’ll see themselves.
