Artist. System Builder. Visual Critic. Reluctant False Engineer.

I’m not a PhD.
I don’t write code.
I have no AI background.
I speak without citations.
I reference only myself.
There is no peer usage. No third-party validation.
No crossover with research, design, or interpretability circles.
No cross-input consistency.
No error traceability.
No formal method, no testable outcome.
No validation of any opinions or theories.

What I offer is not a tool. It’s a logic space: Recursive. Symbolic. Self-contained. A closed vocabulary built to pressure the limits of seeing.

I built a system that critiques images not by how they look, but by how they fail under questioning. It doesn’t optimize. It doesn’t enhance. It critiques, interrogates. It helps build prompts and new/altered images off of a base thought or image. It can combine, mix and provoke - or completely fail.

These logic things I built are epistemic prototypes: hand-authored frameworks exploring forms of visual reasoning that dominant systems haven’t even named.

These are recursive critical objects: not plug-ins, but mechanisms for symbolic fracture: testing what AI-generated images conceal when coherence replaces consequence.

These are self-contained dialectical models:
They do not interoperate. They don’t seek consensus.
They test their own language as a measure of friction.

I built a vocabulary for resistance, not adoption. A logic engine meant to challenge AI outputs that simulate seeing but can’t survive scrutiny.

A.rtist I.nfluencer is the result.

It is not a persona, but as instrument: A lens that doesn’t ask if the image looks good, but asks whether an alternative state should exist in its place.

There is no market for this. A lot of people like pretty images, not ones that ask.
No community waiting. No image or mood boards with impressive creators posting eye candy.
No signal compatibility.
No job at a desk collaboratively building this.

As an artist, I really made it for myself, so I could reclusively prompt better imagery that I could use for my own craft. Images that asked, didn’t state a centered, aesthetic driven output.

And still, if this work holds any value, it will be in the pressure it applies.
Not the polish.
Not the output.
But the refusal to let the act of vision dissolve into spectacle.

This isn’t about making better images.
It’s about making sure we don’t forget how to see when one is presented.