Alex Calderwood

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An image of a virtual influencer, Sylvia.

Project Sylvia

June 02, 2020 art code

Sylvia is a critique of 2020’s rise of “virtual influencers”. The project explores the idea of building aging into the design process of virtual beings. Sylvia’s Instagram account was live from July 2020 as she aged rapidly, before her departure in November 2020. The project was an early exploration of the co-writing paradigm in which prompting an AI persona (trained on hundreds of thousands of Instagram influencer’s posts) led to a coproduced longform text. The text is a jarring mashup of voices that represents a clash between young and old, permanent and impermanent, meant to hold a mirror up to the utopia sold through virtual/AI influencers.

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Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.