Watching Paint Dry

Using AI, images of fresh paint are transformed into decaying, ageing, faded smears and weathered memories. A meditation on impermanence, death and the suffering of change. But there is hope and wisdom in art and its insights.

“Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” ― Robert Frost