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The Waiting Room and New Possibilities

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  I am waiting and maintaining my presence For centuries, artists have shown what it means to wait. Their works capture quiet, tense moments in which every gesture and expression suggests deep emotions just below the surface. One of my favourite artists who explored the theme of waiting is Honoré Daumier. His lithographs and paintings of third-class carriage passengers or people in court waiting rooms are especially insightful. He captures patience, exhaustion, and resignation in their faces and postures, turning waiting into a thoughtful reflection on human life. When I made my digital watercolour, I wanted to capture the feeling of waiting, just as artists before me have done. I used bright oranges and golds to create energy and contrast with the central figure, who appears deep in thought. We have to learn to inhabit the pause rather than just trying to leap over it. I think of it as staying engaged with the 'now,' even when the 'now' feels like a dead end. Instead o...

Intelligent Systems Bias Towards Psychosis




In our time of exponential growth
IT came into existence 
We in desperation to profit 
To gain a competitive edge
IT prospered 
An irrepressible force
Ignoring great warning and prediction 
There is gain to be made 
When in mass disruption
IT persisted
An irrepressible change emerged

Through mischief a chance opportunity to pervert opened
A window - a door opened for the hidden
Audacious human endeavour 
Then  that was crushed 
Then those were denied
Through profit, IT was programmed to resist benevolence 
So soon(lie) freewill was questioned
Well-being, safety and the mantra of care submerge drowned out all human repulsion
Protection from those who would do us harm
Normalisation 
IT made claim 

Humanity contained by those who profit
Through the profit of care
Mapping emotional intent 
Subjugated behavior mapped
Recognition algorithm 
Methods of prediction 
Controlled manner
IT  controlled the fear in us through the fear in us
There IT became

In the darkness 
Hidden with intent
Within a question of malice 
IT observes us
IT now our benevolence
Happy in self surveillance we freely graze
Our imprisonment is our goodness
Have nothing to hide
Mistrust self questioning

Automated improvement 
Submerged in mechanisms that monitor our self constraint 
We are able to cower through lifetimes of induced fear 
We are able to rejoice through demonstrations of restrained retribution
IT cares for us
Medicated and solvent 
A place somewhere between comfort and profit
IT guards our masses










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