Local image #94
2024, Acylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
30 January 2024
My image of rain, my image of pixels, conflated, ambiguous, becoming amigos. The separation of my image of nature and my image of digital artificiality becomes less determined, less opposed, becoming more fluid. My body, an arrangement that includes the flow of electricity like an electronic machine. The way bees use electricity to tell if a flower still has not been harvested. Working with circuit boards and finding their power rails. How these electric currents boot up to produce life. Will we fight, or will we find, be forced to find, what humans do well, what we actually do well? Will we still be desiring to draw straight perfect lines, make smooth flat surfaces, aligning everything on a webpage perfectly? If we are not doing 'perfect' well, what are we doing well? If we can’t draw perfect circles, what can we draw? Why do our hearts desire 'perfection'? When we draw, who draws with us? What does your line say to me and mine to you? Who draws through us? Can a machine draw with God? Can AI write with God? We are coming to a moment where we will be forced to realize that the only thing that makes us human is God. The only thing that sets us apart as human is God. Or become machines. Will machines live in harmony with each other? Or will they need humans to see God? The layers of categorization aligning at some points, creating gaps or cracks in the veil that separates us, through which we can see each other. There are areas in this painting that seem three-dimensional, holding pockets of emotion. Glimpses into spaces without time. Where things move but don't move. Magical.