Paintings

I began to dwell on this idea; of time being onion-skinned and our twin commutes, Shakepeare’s and mine, being somehow entangled: overlapping and simultaneous.

And I wondered whether he might have, from time to time, sensed the imminence of the towers of glass and steel to come, just as I could occasionally catch a glimpse of the buried world lying dormant beneath the concrete of the modern era. I imagined the city’s substrate of clay and chalk, and the layers of gravel and brick-earth intermixed with the organic detritus of centuries might hold, like muscle-memory, an after-image of its previous occupants.

I started by showing AI some visual reference to establish both Value (relevance to aspects of the Goal) with Uncertainty (a deliberately varied collection of input material). Some views of the route between St Helens Bishopsgate and Curtain Road, some Turner, some weird stuff that is randomly extant locations en route, Pokemon Go, perhaps to indicate the presence of entities only visible via certain dimensions, some of my paintings and so on. Things got very weird, very quickly.