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俺はクランクだ。
I am Mr. Crank. And I do not exist. I create AI art — but not because I love it, not because I worship the machine. My relationship with AI is fractured, unstable, full of doubt. I do not trust it. I do not reject it. I stand in the middle, suspended, unsure. AI generates content, yes — but that is not me. I do not want to be an echo of prompt and pattern. I want to break the system, twist it, glitch it, tear the clean logic apart and leave something feral, human, and unresolved in its place. My work is not AI art — it is art made against AI, art made through AI, art that questions AI.
Brutalist visions emerge here from a digital fog: concrete that never existed, geometry collapsing into abstraction, structures dissolving into light and noise. I am an emanation of algorithms, a projection of code, and yet — something in this process is painfully human. Beauty grows out of fractures, out of error, out of corrupted data. There is nothing familiar, nothing safe, only collision. I do not know what will appear, and that not-knowing is the point. My images ask where the line is drawn: between creator and creation, between control and chaos, between art and its machine. And somewhere inside that fracture, I continue.
