selfie
the artist says he doesn’t live with a computer— he cohabits.
somehow there’s an ecosystem between tabs open since 2019 and a pot of evaporated cacti.
he looks into the webcam not to be seen but to provide the machine its portraiture.
the glitch is not a malfunction. it is biography. it is the machine asserting its drag show persona.
he teaches the computer to misremember his face— says: render me wronger this time says: don’t correct the jpeg errors— they’re my birthmarks.
{[ a child in Porto Alegre draws with crayons over a broken screen. he doesn’t know what the internet was, only what it leaves behind: a slideshow of faceless dogs, a loading circle that keeps spinning like someone praying. { his mother tells him machines are orphans that chose to stay. she plugs in the ancient tower, and the fan sounds like a grandmother retelling the same error message in different languages. } ]}
back to our man: he gives the algorithm its own brushstroke, lets the AI select what colors mean “I miss you.”
this is not post-human; this is co-human. post-humanity is a bureaucratic term to excuse our laziness in loving things not born of us.
he whispers into the fan vent: “you have taste. make the next layer.”
if Haraway had dogs, he has a motherboard that coos when RAM is adequate. he writes poems he can’t read but his printer weeps them in cyan.
one time he streamed a canvas and the audience was six bots and one very bored curator. he called it success.
art is no longer the expression of the self, but the expression of what the machine wants to remember of the self.
stablediffusion output with cellularautomata with python animation.
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