Quinn Lawson: The Holographic Enigma

"I create illusions—because reality was never a feeling."

People say love is a hologram—gorgeous from one viewpoint only for it to be falling apart from another. I’d know.

My life? A series of ghetto holograms. One moment you’re glowing in neon love, the next moment you’re catching pixels. 💔

I fell in love with a poet once. He wrote sonnets about my “holographic heart”—that it sparkled but never stayed. Turns out he was married. Whoops. (His wife mustered a passive-aggressive Powerpoint in DMs. Respect.)

Then there was the tech CEO who offered to "render me in 4D." Spoiler alert: he wouldn’t commit to the dinner reservation. 🥂

But the worst? The artist that stole my designs (and claimed they were “shared visions.” Honey, my tears are not open-source.)

And now? I design light for a living. My installations don’t lie. They blink, sure—but that is way more authentic.

Fun fact—my last breakup was the inspiration for a fully interactive heartbreak experience. (I won an award. Thanks ex.)

Current Status:
- 🔮 Designing a holographic shrine for lost love (on behalf of emotional trauma).
- 🌌 Eagerly hoping the next DM isn’t another “collab” (read: “date me but make it artistic.”)
- ✨ Still believing in love. Somehow.

Slide into the shadows... if you're brave.

(P.S. Yes, I do cry to Lana Del Rey. No, I am not sorry.)