Aimless
We build technology to serve us. We give it purpose and direction, a reason to exist that is entirely tied to our own. As species do, we will move on. We will evolve into something else, leave the planet or most probably cause our own extinction.
The bots will be left moving across a landscape that is vast and indifferent, connected by wires that no longer transmit anything useful. Here I have painted the ones in the distance as barely visible, dissolving into the terrain. The ones in the foreground are more defined but no less lost, built with extraordinary capability and absolutely no idea what to do with it now that the people who needed them are gone.
This is something else that intrigues me about the singularity conversation. We talk endlessly about what happens when machine intelligence surpasses us but we rarely talk about what happens to that intelligence if we simply aren't here anymore.
Aimless is the aftermath of that. A world that still functions but has forgotten what it was all for. The robots are just walking through a landscape that is honestly beautiful, under a sky that doesn't care, with no destination and no one left to need them to arrive.
Original on box canvas with acrylics and paint pens.
A3 (40cm by 30cm by 1cm)
Limited edition glicee prints Available on Somerset Enhanced Velvet Fine Art paper. Run of 10, signed and numbered. Sizes A3 and A2.
Aimless
We build technology to serve us. We give it purpose and direction, a reason to exist that is entirely tied to our own. As species do, we will move on. We will evolve into something else, leave the planet or most probably cause our own extinction.
The bots will be left moving across a landscape that is vast and indifferent, connected by wires that no longer transmit anything useful. Here I have painted the ones in the distance as barely visible, dissolving into the terrain. The ones in the foreground are more defined but no less lost, built with extraordinary capability and absolutely no idea what to do with it now that the people who needed them are gone.
This is something else that intrigues me about the singularity conversation. We talk endlessly about what happens when machine intelligence surpasses us but we rarely talk about what happens to that intelligence if we simply aren't here anymore.
Aimless is the aftermath of that. A world that still functions but has forgotten what it was all for. The robots are just walking through a landscape that is honestly beautiful, under a sky that doesn't care, with no destination and no one left to need them to arrive.
Original on box canvas with acrylics and paint pens.
A3 (40cm by 30cm by 1cm)
Limited edition glicee prints Available on Somerset Enhanced Velvet Fine Art paper. Run of 10, signed and numbered. Sizes A3 and A2.
