Boring and predictable are two things I avoid at all costs.

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I practiced art for years and found it wanting. It lacked soul. It lacked meaning. So I stopped lying to myself, embraced my own human vulnerability, and started painting in a search for truth and beauty.

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A technological Ai storm is coming. When automated efficiency strips away our labour, what is left for us?

Art.

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Northern Grit. No Ai Sh!t.

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