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When I was around seven or eight years old, I became fascinated by the guitar. I had a toy model with plastic strings that I would strum along to the radio, believing that at least some of the time I was in tune with whatever I was listening to. This was the instrument of choice of both John Denver and Johnny Cash, two revered artists in our household, but it was my uncle Newell in Oklahoma who first allowed me to hold a real guitar and attempt to make it sing.

This portrait was taken on October 20, 2018 in the historic centre of Prague. A few years ago I rediscovered my passion for faces telling some story. I collect these portraits on the streets while waiting for the right moment. In an affort to make intimate portraits of beggars and homeless people I’m talking with them to capture the real emotion in them. They have lot of stories to tell. Those are stories where I usually lern something new. I especially look at their eyes, feel empathy and sometimes give them money. I let them tell their stories through pictures.

I had an almost immediate aversion to AI, right from the start. It wasn’t even rational at first; just a gut-level revulsion I couldn’t quite explain. Before I even understood its functional limitations, its unethical origins, and its insatiable energy needs, I instinctively knew it was wrong. First and foremost was the fact that it had been “trained” on the work of others, artists and writers like myself, without their consent or compensation, making it theft on a scale so grand we could barely comprehend it. 

Groucho Marx famously said that he refused to join any club that would have him as a member, which is altogether funny, telling, and true. How many of us feel this way about a great many things? Desiring only the things we can’t have, and entirely uninterested in the things within our grasp. If we can achieve it, how good could it really be? If we were accepted, how low must the threshold have been?