Today I eviscerated a mannequin…The legendary Chaplin speech: “machine men with machine minds and machine hearts”
Cut the heart out
automaton
My practice has recently found its way towards exploring the relationship between human and the artificial…again. I recently watched a video of Russell Brand banging on about Klaus Schwab. In a short youtube video, MR Schwab appeared to be advacating for us all to have microchips in our brains. He’s got an incredible way with words. Maybe it’s a translation thing, but he often makes it seem that we don’t have a choice when he suggests something. I just love having my personal autonomy waved away by rich elites in a passing statement. This is the source of inspiration to me.
A Cold Day in Stoke
Environmental factors that influence painting are numerous. In a converted factory made out of concrete, this is the time of year to wrestle with refrigeration. At the moment I can just about paint, because it’s not so bad if I’m moving around. Static laptop work…no chance. Library’s and purveyors of coffee are my main refuge in case of frostbitten fingers. Today I was repairing some paintings that have suffered the ravages of gallery walls. In fact I repaired some damaged canvases too. So I guess that is actually the theme of the day. I hate to throw anythig away