I work with an image generator to produce interpretations of what I am feeling. It began as a cathartic exorcism of the pain I experienced after trying and failing to save my mother from an incurable illness and is rooted in showcasing pain and loss.
The machine is as sexist and racist as any ignorant American and just as hard to teach. The machine believes that white and male is normal, and women are either young and busty or old and ugly. It doesn't know what I know and it doesn't care. Despite the challenge - and often inspired by it - the machine and I create amalgamations of our collective knowledge.
