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“The coming of age of digital image is now a generally recognized fact and in spite of its detractors and those who would rather dwell in the oldtime photography which seems now to be shrinking to an impassioned rear-guard of would-be alchemist and self-declared chosen few who enjoy the intricate chemical uncertainties and skin destruction process it implies”
CYBER SPIDER
Simon Stalenhag Yesterday’s future is the future of the future
Simon’s barbarian world has been placed or misplaced in the 1980s probably to reassure us that some last minute time-warp has saved us from the fate of decaying technological civilizations that trusted their own freedom to AI and the machines and the rise and fall of generations
Fantastic hyper realistic brush strokes and a mastering of ambience and light just to remind us that art knows no rules or borders as much as pixels in photography can go wild regardless of schools and principles
This is an enthralling world that is both a prison and the escape from itself
We are riveted to these disturbing pictures, yet the AI and robots gone wild seem somewhat more reassuring than the 2016 humans
Now open your eyes for the take-off
January 1st 2016
Fantastic hyper realistic brush strokes and a mastering of ambience and light just to remind us that art knows no rules or borders as much as pixels in photography can go wild regardless of schools and principles
This is an enthralling world that is both a prison and the escape from itself
We are riveted to these disturbing pictures, yet the AI and robots gone wild seem somewhat more reassuring than the 2016 humans
Now open your eyes for the take-off
January 1st 2016
Jiema Unique Visions Of Worlds Buried In Our Imagination
The borders that separate in our mind the generally accepted disciplines of Art are suddenly blurred
May 23rd 2015
May 23rd 2015
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A view of Clapham Junction, from the vestiges of the industrial revolution Looking from a passing train...
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Above the power station the kestrel flies The power station is often down but the kestrel glides high...
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In the wee hours of the morning at a nameless place, somewhere in suburbia Far from the bright London...
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