{"attributes":[{"trait_type":"Artist","value":"Scerbo"},{"trait_type":"Artwork","value":"Anti-crash"}],"description":"*The collection is inspired by itself. It was conceived amidst the illusion of a mistake during its\ncreation. The program’s algorithm suggested a restart: error message, error message. “You’re\ndoing it wrong: insufficient information to encode this collection.” No rational result could satisfy\nthe eyes in the same way the senses do, and I’m not only talking about the 5 senses but the\nsixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and so on exponentially. The sense of corruption from a\ntranscendent origin of physical life is undermined by the source code, or rather, by the idea that\nthe algorithm has conceived about it, and it is this idea it’s coding at this moment to define what\nthe artist need not reveal.*\n\n*I visit a powerful place with my partner, a place that infuses my veins with wings. I take 20-30\nphotos of her positions in space. Then I return home, download the shots onto my software, and\nbegin to pierce the alpha levels with a digital brush I created by glitching the setting code. I\nobserve the ensuing visual chaos and then wait for a complete idea to emerge from my mind. As\nsoon as I realize that I no longer have any idea of what I want to do, the chaos suggests the way\nforward. The pen on the graphics tablet is moved by the total silence of my rhombencephalic\nbrain area. Possibly, the neocortical memory of my hard drive is connected via Bluetooth to my\nhand and collaborates with my central nervous system to go beyond the will to understand what\nit is doing.*\n\n*Disturbance is the engine of the evolution of my work. Anything that creates instability and\nconfusion, all visual or auditory material that can distract reason from its desire to claim a\nplausible motivation for what it has created or experienced, automatically becomes a vehicle for\nan approximation to the unknown. That is a vehicle for a push towards what our human nature\nfears most: the fear of becoming lost. Well, I’ve gotten lost... or maybe I’ve found myself in a lost\nplace. They say the blockchain doesn’t forget; maybe it’s not ready yet to host something that\ncould cause us to lose ourselves in its memory.*\n\nScerbo","hash":"0xabc8a5042c085897f8632efe242fce6a8d7a89325120e53c4818658804e4dcee","image":"ipfs://bafybeifimphvvn3cjbxpbjobmeyrczfvp2nloearn2frmld5uzj7xhjlkq","ipfs":"ipfs://bafybeifimphvvn3cjbxpbjobmeyrczfvp2nloearn2frmld5uzj7xhjlkq","license":"","name":"Anti-crash #2"}