My Alien Plasma I made two digital artworks, each with a different approach. The first, Alien Plasma Neo, uses advanced digital editing to show a highly detailed energy being. The second, Plasma Alien, is a gestural painting that focuses on raw emotion. My interest in the 'energy being' theme comes from a lifelong curiosity about forces and life forms beyond what we usually see. I find energies and unseen phenomena fascinating because they represent transformation, vitality, and the mystery at the centre of my creativity. I want to explore how to visually convey inner power and life force, using both digital tools and painting techniques. I like experimenting with different tools to change an artwork. Comparing these two pieces shows how my intent shifts, much as a traditional artist might try out new media and methods. Alien Plasma Neo My first piece, Alien Plasma Neo, was all about hyper-definition and symmetry. I wanted to show this being at its highest energy, even down t...
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A political act
To rebalance the inequities
Trust intuition
There is a risk that our story will not be told
Our time doesn't have to be linear
Or by its means of describing us
In the busy work of creating an unfulfilling life
Who is in charge of my simulation?
When I am observed
I behave differently
Fearing my vulnerability
Fearing constant attack
My mind indistinguishable from reality
I step onwards
To self-correct my past errors
As I passively slip through multiple dimensions
With My Judgmental and Righteous Hands
In this game, I have two hands
One is for verity
One is judgment
One is bringing forward truth
One is for corrective measures
One is to bring alignment
One is to teach a lesson
As we transform onwards through this immense virtual space
Night Walking with Weapons
In distant places
Everyone is hacking each other
Everyone is grieving
Everyone overconsuming
There are those trying to reduce socio-economic gaps
Where enforcement is distributed unequally
And I keep searching for signs of what is to come
In my sleepwalks
Whilst I stumble around
Seeking a New Way of Seeing A political act To rebalance the inequities
I step onwards And stealthy transverse multiple dimensions
I have two hands To forge space
In my sleepwalks I hack around The distant places
I am night walking With verity With judgment
Godly Hands
Night walking like an American
Gather your weapons
Forge the intention
Demonstrate your propendency to exert violence
Through intervention
Through approval
Be with the one
Listen to your calling
Walk with purpose
With weapon in hand
Gather in the obedient
Prepare and train
In the presence of victory
God’s hand is with you
Godly Growth
Everything has become digitized
Everything has been even more effortless
Living life exponentially faster
But feeling incomplete
Pushing against the limits of our biosphere
Whilst disregarding the contradictory knowledge
There is only a thin blue line that separates us from the eternal darkness of space
Godly Hands Night Growth
My life has been nothing but a failure - Monet
Each night perfectionism
Each night insomnia
Each night dealing with my thinking difficulties
Dealing with "what ifs”
Dealing with “if onlys"
This way of thinking
This epidemic
It is the sickness, sadness, and self-defeating behavior
Of only seeing failure
Augmenting New Ways of Seeing
There are comparative and competitive winners
Observing human actions in controlled and stimulated surroundings
The Art of Malaka Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
Creation doesn’t save. Art stabilises. That’s why art continues after belief has died. Not because it promises something— But because consciousness cannot stop itself. The will to create isn’t heroic. It’s involuntary. A reflex. The art of futility A spoken monologue I don’t make art because it matters. I make it because consciousness produces excess. And excess demands release. That’s the first lie we’re taught—that art points toward truth. Truth doesn’t need us. It existed before our gestures and will remain after our silence. Art isn’t revelation. It’s a regulation. An overdeveloped mind can’t remain idle. Thought accumulates. Pressure builds. Expression becomes a discharge—not a message. This isn’t noble. It’s biological. Paintings. Texts. Sounds. Images. All variations of the same maneuver. Not transcendence . Containment . Once you see this, ambition collapses. Influence. Legacy . Relevance. These are metaphysical debts art can no longer pay. The work is finished the mome...
The Struggle for Authenticity in Art I want to speak today about authenticity . And about what we quietly give up to be accepted. We’re told that contemporary political art values autonomy . That artists are free. That inquiry sits at the centre of practice. But autonomy, in reality, is often something we *perform*— not something we’re allowed to exercise. Freedom is celebrated rhetorically, while legitimacy is granted only when work conforms to approved languages , approved theories , approved causes . Autonomy isn’t denied outright. It’s curated. This system doesn’t fail artists by accident. It functions mechanically. It rewards work that aligns with predetermined frameworks and filters out work that doesn’t speak the sanctioned dialect . Many voices are excluded not because they lack skill or meaning, but because they refuse to translate their experience into institutionally legible language. I’m not saying all excluded work is good. I am saying much of it is never heard. An...
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