THE GUIDED TOUR · 5 MINUTES
Augustus shows you round.
A hologram of a drawing of a sculpture walks you from the stars to the curtain, in his own voice. He degrades as your coins run out.
A museum of NFTs that are worth nothing. Which, by now, is all of them.
In my Human-Centered Design class at Pace, we built a virtual museum of NFTs. The idea stayed with me.
I went back to it as a weekend project, to sharpen my craft and see what it could become with a proper story: a real building, a guide with a voice, and a reason to stay. It was also my first project in Blender, after 3ds Max.
No client and no brief. Just one question: what would a museum for dead NFTs feel like if it took itself completely seriously?
PERSONAL PROJECTA weekend, then someThe joke needed a mechanic. NFTs were worth exactly as much as people were looking at them, so in MoNA, looking is the whole economy.
The last free thing that happens. It is written in radium on a stone everyone walks past.
Five minutes, from the doors in. At zero the doors lock and the museum keeps the fee.
Hold a stare and a work pays you coins, while its price falls. At zero it is not found, forever.
This is the museum's real economy, running on this page. Hold to stare and watch what your attention costs the art.
THE GUIDED TOUR · 5 MINUTES
A hologram of a drawing of a sculpture walks you from the stars to the curtain, in his own voice. He degrades as your coins run out.
WALK IT YOURSELF
Walk the rotunda and the Long Gallery at your own pace. Read the plaques, stare at what you like. The meter keeps running.
Augustus is the line drawing from the MoNA mark, standing on his plinth in radium light. The real marble bust waits in the corner of the gallery the whole time.


Full light, full sentences, a horn motif when he speaks.
Below 75 coins his light dims and his horn turns into a trombone.
At zero. He has one line left, and he uses it on you.







Eleven sampled instruments and a score written as data, performed live, so the music can answer your wallet. The strings go flat, the fanfare cracks, a ragtime pianist takes over. Never a kazoo.
Brand posters, an explainer series and internet-native art: a right-click menu, a receipt that totals nothing, Nutrition Facts for one JPEG. In lieu of flowers, please right-click.











Sixty seconds in 9:16. The orchestra plays over the stars before a word is said, the mark draws itself onto its plinth, and the certificate rises on red velvet.
It was the only thing you paid with.
AUGUSTUS · DOCENT v0.3 (DEPRECATED)Every visit ends with a Certificate of Nothing: your name, what your looking cost, a radium seal and one serial. Write your name on it.
YOUR NAME STAYS ON THIS PAGE. NOTHING IS SAVED.