The end of the machine

The time for portfolio websites is over. AI is fake. I'm sick of worrying about the entire thing. But this is not the end. It's just the world.

Real stories and human-made artwork is it. And I choose the hand-made stuff. And in this time of selfimportance  I choose to make a newspaper with whatever I like to make an article on. Like I always wanted to make, ever since I started cutting texts and pictures and paste them on an A4-sized page in my childhood bedroom, sitting on the floor that had the most disgusting color of carpeting. Imagine the smell of 90's toxic glue and feel the pair of scissors in your tiny child's hand. Away with the boundaries! Hello random choices.

For those with patience... it's still brewing, as we speak.