I have a very controversial opinion that iconoclasm can in theory be justified. And I say this as an artist. Reasoning too long to put in a tweet right now

Remote Viewer II Oil on canvas

Background paintings by Kazuo Oga for Only Yesterday (1991), dir. Isao Takahata, Studio Ghibli

One of my favourite projects of recent years is One Nimman in Chiang Mai, by Ong-ard Architects. It's so crafted and human, every inch carefully considered. It is anti-lazy architecture, the opposite of the sterile "bigness" approach evidenced by most projects today.

Commission in progress

Prints I sell

I drew this with a biro pen on paper

Reps

Commission progress. AS IF ANYONE CARES

Deciding today to write up over 5 years of scrawled notes and half-baked ideas. You need to write to know how to speak

A drawing commission graphite on paper

Portrait of Olga Oil on board

The Studio Ghibli stuff indicates to me that such widespread imitation, AI or otherwise, actually degrades the quality of the original slightly. Not even perceptively, but in a real metaphysical sense. Something about quality and veracity that is favoured by God.

We don’t need to respect or think about any of this stuff at all. AI art is completely forgettable and so I just forget about it. I’m not worried or angry or disgusted, I just pass it by and in a few weeks time it’s like it never existed.

Million pound idea I’m just giving away: ice-cream vans but more high-end and they also sell coffee and tea and maybe some cake and baked treats. Avoids extortionate rent, can find it’s customers, and can self-deliver supplies. Make it electric and do the rounds along the Thames.

I think this is a nihilistic response, in the frame of psychopolitics, to the expectations of society on your mental involvement. It’s like philosophical binge drinking - it numbs the pain, but you are still behaving (powerlessly) at the behest of these same powers via negativa

Starting to see the tangible effects of economic and societal breakdown on the personal lives of people I know

The tragedy of Thom Yorke is that he is a Blakean genius who bought the boomer truth lie that music is political - despite being completely unprepared for the consequences. HTTT demonstrates this; he claims it is political but it is the nursery rhyme which supersedes