AI is not the future. It’s a mirror held up to the present trained on everything we’ve ever posted, archived, fantasized about, or tried to forget. It doesn’t invent culture; it regurgitates it. And what comes out says more about us than about the machine.
Much of what I generate focuses on male youth, not as an ideal, but as a cultural obsession. AI has absorbed countless images of boys being beautiful, broken, violent, soft, unbothered, missing. I use those fragments to see what we project onto them, what we erase, and what we romanticize. The result often feels like a half-remembered dream or a corrupted archive.
For me, AI is not a threat, it is just another visual tool in my process similar to a broken printer, a lo-fi scanner, or any other failing device. I am drawn to its imperfections, its repetitions, and its tendency to hallucinate. I am interested in how these machine-generated images evoke longing, distortion and how they mirror the instability of human recollection itself.
