So I spent the last 3 months growing this...I read a few old programming books on 3D Studio Max, Dynamic HTML and then scrappily tried to translate compassion and kindness into a series of broken code. I hooked up some wires to an old outdated Apple Mac and clumsily soldered a USB port up to a Petri dish. After carefully extracting some paint cells from a Tiepolo sketch (smuggled from the back offices of the Courtauld institute) I left them in a darkened room at the bottom of my studio to germinate. I sealed it tightly in a card board box with polythene wrap and black gather tape. After a while the intense summer days pierced the protection, heating the make shift nursery. After a few power surges and months of whispering and telling it things were OK something began to stir. I would often play it Maria Callas at night and Nine Inch Nails to wake it in the morning. After a while a heavy damp musty oil smell and red glow began to crawl along the bottom of the studio floor….It was alive.
Oil paint on hand