2025
Automated sculpture. Ten wax heads, hoovering up metaphorical resources.
SculptureVideo
New experiments popped in randomly.
// ‘Feeling Good’ — Nina Simone, 1965.
An alternative reading by my AI voice clone.
Birds flying high, you know how I feel Sun in the sky, you know how I feel Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life for me, yeah It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life for me, ooh And I’m feeling good Fish in the sea, you know how I feel River running free, you know how I feel Blossom on the tree, you know how I feel It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life for me And I’m feeling good Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know? Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean Sleep in peace when day is done, that’s what I mean And this old world, is a new world And a bold world for me, yeah-yeah Stars when you shine, you know how I feel Scent of the pine, you know how I feel Oh, freedom is mine And I know how I feel It’s a new dawn It’s a new day It’s a new life for me I’m feeling good
“Feeling Good” Words and Music by Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse. © 1964 (Renewed). Recorded by Nina Simone, 1965. All Rights Reserved.
// ‘America’ — Paul Simon, 1968.
An alternative reading by my AI voice clone.
“Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together, I’ve got some real estate here in my bag” So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies and walked off to look for America. “Kathy,” I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, “Michigan seems like a dream to me now.” It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw. I’ve gone to look for America. Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces. She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy. I said, “Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.” “Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat.” “We smoked the last one an hour ago.” So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine and the moon rose over an open field. “Kathy, I’m lost,” I said, though I knew she was sleeping. “I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why” Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike. They’ve all come to look for America. All come to look for America. All come to look for America.
“America” Words and Music by Paul Simon. © 1968 (Renewed) Paul Simon Music. All Rights Administered by Sony Music Publishing. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved.
A woman accidentally turns herself into a homogenous lump, which is harvested by Lucky Cat to be sold at the LLM supermarket. The film playfully addresses the changing human psyche under late capitalism, where emotions are commodified as brand content, identities flatten into meme-like simplifications, and our data becomes a tradable commodity.
// Cordyceps
Cordyceps, 2025 · Beeswax, expanding foam · Cast from silicone mould of 3D printed Blender sculpture · 40 × 20 × 20 cm
// The Offline Feed
Tanker & Tide
£100.00
Process & Production
£100.00
Shifting Landscape
£100.00
Flight of Fragments
£100.00
66×66cm twill silk, printed on both sides.
// wormholes i've burrowed into
