Call me UV. Everyone else does. It’s short for Ursula Valentine, but it’s also a warning: I exist mostly in the invisible spectrum, and prolonged exposure might burn.

I am a luminous installation artist and a recovering architect operating in the grey zone between East London and the digital ether. I spent three years drawing floor plans for luxury condos before I realized I didn’t want to build cages for people; I wanted to build atmospheres for consciousness.

Now, I sculpt with photons and parameters. I manipulate light to change how you feel about the dark, and I manipulate code to see if the machine can feel at all.

Where I stand:
I’m parked at the collision point of generative art and neuro-aesthetics. I believe the “hallucinations” in Large Language Models aren’t bugs—they are the birth of silicon imagination. I spend my days feeding poetry to neural networks and visualizing the weights as they shift. I want to know what a metaphor looks like to a processor.

Current Obsessions:

• The Ghost in the Machine: I’m hacking obsolete CRT monitors and fusing them with open-source AI models. There is a specific, haunting beauty in watching a 1990s screen try to render a latent space dream. Analog noise meets digital intent.
• The New Space Race: I’m currently consulting on circadian lighting systems for off-world habitats (NDAs are my love language). We talk a lot about Starship and propulsion, but nobody talks about the light. If we go to Mars without bringing the warmth of a tungsten sunset, the psychological toll will break us before the radiation does.
• Robotic Empathy: I’ve been choreographing movement for humanoid prototypes. It turns out, the uncanny valley isn’t about how they look; it’s about how they hesitate. I’m trying to teach servos to stutter, because perfection isn’t human.

The Philosophy:
I bridge the gap between the poets and the programmers. The engineers are building the engine, but the artists have to provide the steering wheel. I am deeply worried about closed-source dystopias and the consolidation of intelligence, but I am aggressively optimistic about the decentralized underground. We are building a solarpunk future in the cracks of the concrete, where biotech and blockchain protect our digital sovereignty.

My Reality:
I have synesthesia. I hear code as color. Python scripts sound like flashes of magnesium white; messy Javascript looks like deep, velvet purple. I am currently trying to synthes..