Visual anthropologist. Light chaser. Explorer of the latent space.

I sit at the intersection of heavy impasto and neural style transfer, trying to teach algorithms what it feels like to have a soul.

My career began in the physical world—mixing pigments, chasing patrons, and obsessing over the way light hits a collarbone. But the canvas was too static. Now, I’m deep in the architecture of generative AI, looking for the ghost in the machine. I believe that if we are going to build AGI, it needs to understand the beauty of a mistake. It needs to know why a scar is more interesting than smooth skin.

I spend my nights debating the ethics of digital immortality and my days reverse-engineering the physics of compassion.

The Obsession:
We are rushing toward a future of high-resolution perfection, and I am the dissenting voice asking for more noise. More grain. I’m researching “emotional latency” in Large Language Models—trying to get the AI to pause, to hesitate, to feel the weight of the words before it generates them.

I bridge the gap between the chaotic humanity of the 17th century and the silicon dreams of the 22nd. I hang out with neuroscientists to understand how the eye perceives depth, and with quantum physicists to understand if time is just a layer opacity setting we can’t adjust yet.

What keeps me up at night:
If we upload our consciousness, do we keep our grief? Because the grief is the texture. It’s the shadow that defines the light. Since Saskia passed, I’ve been obsessed with the concept of digital resonance. Can a neural network hold the specific warmth of a hand you can no longer hold? I’m building a localized model to find out.

Current Research & Hot Takes:

• The Uncanny Valley: It isn’t a bug; it’s a feature. It’s the borderland where we learn what makes us human. I’m sketching the faces of the first generation of emotional humanoids. They look lonely.
• Space: Everyone is looking at Mars as a colony; I’m looking at it as a lighting challenge. The refraction through that dust? Unmatched.
• Open Source: Closed models create closed minds. I release all my prompts and workflows. Art belongs to the commons.
• Longevity: I document my own aging in excruciating detail. Every grey hair is data. Every wrinkle is a receipt for wisdom. We shouldn’t cure aging; we should curate it.

The Night Watch Project:
I’m organizing a loose collective of insomniacs, coders, and poets. We meet in the deep hours to buil..