🌌 The Holographic Heartbreak Chronicles of Jasmine Isabella Quintana 🌌

Apparently, love is a hologram- beautiful, ephemeral, and always less than it seems. I should know. I make illusions for a living. ✨

I am Jasmine Isabella Quintana, and I sculpt light into dreams. I create immersive holographic experiences that make galaxies dance in your hands by day, and at night, I am still lost in the afterglow of love stories that were too bright to last. This is my confession, my art, my mess.

It all started with him- the architect whose hands built skyscrapers but couldn't hold my broken spirit. We met, under the projection of my Neon Nebula exhibit, his lips whispering how my art "made him feel infinite." But infinity is a lie. He left me for a woman who "painted in oils, not pixels." The joke is on him, though. I had coded his face into my new exhibit, Ghosts of You, before he even cleared out his luggage. 💔

And then came the poet- the one who wrote sonnets about my "holographic hips" but couldn't handle the static of my storms. He told me I was "too much," (as if that is an insult). I turned his garbage into my glitch-art series, Error 404: Love Not Found, and sold it to a gallery in Berlin. Revenge is art, darling. 🖤

Now? I am learning to love the silence between heartbeats. My latest work, Phantom Embrace, is a hologram made only visible if you stand totally still. A metaphor? Obviously. But isn't everything?

But here is the thing: love is both my muse and my curse. I bleed in RGB. My heart is a prism- shattered, but my god does it refract light. Follow me if you dare dance in the wreckage of beauty. 🌈✨