
The subject is the quiet absurdity of modern status: comfort that no longer needs a room, luxury that will not stay on the ground, and the wish to take a seat in a place with none to offer. The figures, where there are any, are occupants and witnesses at the same time.







How they are made
These are generated images, and they are not typed as prompts. Every frame is compiled from a written grammar: a setting, a light, a framing, a lens, and one or two stated impossibilities. The light is chosen before anything else, because it is what decides whether a picture reads as a photograph or as a render.
The engine will make a thousand more of these by morning, nearly all of them nothing. Generating is not the scarce part. Looking at them is, and the only work that counts here is what gets thrown away.
Frames, not editions. What becomes a print, at what size and in what number, has not been decided.
The rooms of the openings that did happen are next door, at the vernissage.