About

I am Rus. Artist. System Builder. Visual Critic. Reluctant False Engineer.

This 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.

A lot of people like pretty images, not ones that ask.
This isn’t offering image or mood boards with eye candy.
No signal compatibility.

I’m not a PhD, yet I do math.
I write limited code, so I use logic
I speak without citations, but I am well read.
I reference only myself, but I speak for others.
There is no peer usage. No third-party validation, but I test and build.
No crossover with research, design, or interpretability circles, so I cross check and draw, paint, sculpt and take photographs.
No error traceability, but I document everything and offer transparency.
No formal method, no testable outcome, but I get results.
No validation of any opinions or theories, but I offer work as proof.

Yet, as an artist, I really made it for myself, so I could reclusively generate better imagery that I could use for my own craft. Images that asked, didn’t state a centered, engine default, aesthetic driven output. If you want that, this is a starting place.

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.

And I can tell you this, any artist worth any grit can see the difference.

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

A young boy with messy dark hair, wearing an orange shirt and dark pants, sitting on the ground under a large tree in the rain. He is looking up, pointing with his finger, with a parchment paper and some rocks around him.

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