Welcome to the potion station 🍸.
What’s your poison?
Smooth-on?
Polyurethane?
Metol?
Rear minerals?
Acrylic?
Polymer?
The word in the streets is:
Zombie formalism is back !
(otherwise it wouldn’t be a good zombie). This time it has grown a limb or many, glamouring itself into figurative painting, VR, ceramics, glass, immersive anything, faux naive, outsider art, futurism, speculative materialism. Be vigilant for the Zombies have absorbed feminist “becoming”, “queering”, and infiltrated and consumed entire organizations. Have you been wondering what is wrong with… – YES! They turned many of your friends! This situation is urgent and requires your immediate attention! To ward off the spell try the Gorgon Medusa method: hold up a mirror to reflect the spell back onto zombie itself. Too much of anything may just result in an implosion. Sound the AI siren song, recite the rites we have put together for you below.
- Inter Species Orifice by Stefan Maier:
Ingredients:
cd ~/inference./inference “for the gastrocultures to come“ –shift-pitch -2 –shuffle-code 0.9 –decoder-steps 3000 –model-dir ~/Downloads –stretch_time –channels 2 —-outfile ‘inter_species_orifice.wav’
https://github.com/victor-shepardson/tacotron2
2. Forecasts by Barrett White
Forecast II
Mesh exhaustion in purple E
It flows thru the metal purgatory oblique shadow cast wall form
Digital cards in successful transition spiral on a blackboard
A bough breaks sending sparks into the combustion engine’s throat
It emits a frozen light in torn data blast shattering glass floors
An entire surface is covered in drills
Back axle breaks its lock and falls down the chute
A barrel-roll convulsion uniting hex screws in diamond signet
A ring of acidic light
An archipelago of glitched asterisks
Pane-flipped, engine reversaled, speeding into vapored mantle
Molten gash can climb slowly, saver mode boxing in the heat
Claws dig deeper into the sediment
Gloveless and burning its tattoo on the surface
Gash on gash fast inflecting the scorched site
Forecast III
A mass of green humidity envelops the sprawl
Blackouts on the periphery
And wet adjacent to mold forms
Maps contrast the dour spackle
This metal can’t careen, it’s bent
Yet still standing despite the weight of hanging moss
In symbiote clench the architecture underlines its position
To rot: to elude the concept of “further”
Stasis made into a microstructure by cell walls
Consuming the cursed agent
Death, unboxed, and death
Further still wiring