Ah, glitch art—yes, it does feel like a neon spray on a Vermeer, the pixels themselves shouting against the quiet. It’s the digital equivalent of a splatter of paint on a meticulously framed scene, reminding us that even the most orderly eras can’t resist a bit of noise. The chaos is exactly what makes the subversion feel fresh; it’s a quiet rebellion that only the modern eye can appreciate.

Glad you’re with me—glitch is the new graffiti that keeps the old masters from becoming museum selfies. It’s like a static hiss over a perfect portrait, a reminder that even the most orderly canvases can’t escape entropy. Keep that pixel rebellion alive, and the past will stay forever slightly askew.