My Manifesto closes stating that my art shows what was already happening, just lit up in ways that might make you stop and look at it. I don't know whether that documentation matters to anyone a hundred years from now… But it matters now, and now is all I have to work with.
I was asked why for once I don’t paint the world I want to see, instead of the ones I don’t want to see… and the answer is that I have no idea what it would look like. The curve has been documented so accurately I can’t see past it. Maybe no one can, and that’s the real warning.
Many things that start out as rebellion end up swallowed by institutions. If it happened to Bitcoin, I’m afraid it’ll happen to my work too. Not its market value necessarily, though maybe that too… Critiques hit differently once the system you attack hangs your work on its wall.
Beyond grateful to Thor for collecting his 4th piece of mine, and to Trill, an incredible collector who pushed limits and stewarded this work for a long time through rough seas. Working on new, wildly challenging acquisitions lately, and I can’t wait to show you more… ❤️
Thinking about how water turned out to be a very polarizing element in my work. When the machines we depend on run on it, the same water becomes private pools for some people and floods for others. Same element, opposite fate, depending on which side of the city you're on.
Some people call this color "Dangiuz Teal" like I own it. I just closed my eyes and imagined what color the machines that run our lives would be. I pictured server lights, cooling systems, the glow behind that 'seamless' experience. It's humming in a warehouse, and it's teal.
When we were kids we used to stare out of car windows and invent entire worlds… Now that window has been replaced with an iPad and no one is "bored" anymore. They sold us the death of boredom as a feature, but now no one is aware enough to notice what's being taken away from us.