Intersections
BY: Empress Trash
Featured Artists:
CURATORIAL STATEMENT
“Intersections” is a curation showcased on Mint Gold Dust by Empress Trash, where we focus on a handful of artists who inhabit the ever-evolving digital art landscape. Within the realm of 'Intersections,' we encounter a diverse collective of digital artists, each a master of their unique discipline, from glitch art and AI-generated creations to the mesmerizing world of mixed media animation. While these artists' vary greatly, they all share harnessing a spectrum of technologies, while remaining firmly rooted in their distinctive styles and aesthetics, exemplifying how these creators embrace fearlessly new tools to amplify their quintessential selves.
ONLY THE GODLESS
“This is a culmination of analog/digital video glitch styles I've been working with. I'm running a prepared VHS tape on a VCR through an analog color corrector, to digital hardware, into an internal capture card on my PC. Then editing the raw video down and post-processing. ”
Trash room
“Here, in a space filled with the remnants of bygone creations, the unscripted beauty of life's chaos and the whimsy of feline friends converged to form a work of art that whispered tales of creativity, spontaneity, and unexpected beauty.”
Hope
“We all experience death in our lives, wether it is close person, or someone, something that we've had interaction, or maybe someone that we've shared mutual ideas and views in the world. As someone that has experienced war firsthand and how it changed my life, death was always something that inspire...”
Floralis
“My aim with Floralis was to seamlessly blend the organic nature and beauty of a flower with the chaos of digital distortion. I really enjoy incorporating the juxtaposition of natural serenity and the unpredictability of glitch in one piece. What better way to do that than with digitally created AI f...”
Chair Left for Those W...
“One of my personal favorite still images I've created. I can hear the peaceful silence and the waves breaking on shore. I can feel the cold breeze and the grass dancing around my ankles. To me this is an artificially captured moment that lasts as an eternal slice of peacefulness when surrounded by n...”
Diastasis That Must Be...
“I try to keep a count in my mind, but my forgetfulness prevents me from doing so. I pick up the codling moth that will crawl between my fingers and place it on a metal tray. When the codling moth feels the cold of the metal, it turns its tiny body into a smaller one. When it shrinks so small that it...”
