What happens to our bodies when we become so enmeshed with digital interfaces that they're no longer something we start and stop using, but a persistent presence that we live with?

This new work is also an invitation to re-see. In this strange moment of political distrust, insecurity and loneliness, as we reckon with the power over our lives we’ve given to privately owned digital infrastructure, it’s easy to forget quite how fucking remarkable the past five years have been.

A sabbatical from reaching for things

The delusion is to consider craft as a barrier to making art, rather than the channel that makes art possible.

Music video for The Nonidentical

Three questions to ask of new technology. Who are we? Who's in charge? Honestly?

At first everything is overwhelmingly magnetic. Then it all starts looking the same. But then, after some time, some things emerge that resonate more deeply.

Or how I found the universe in my data self. A Talk by me: join online or in Glasgow

A feeling of conclusion, a feeling of a new beginning and a feeling of uncertainty are all part of the same moment, a moment of openness and possibility.

Digital prints exploring an alternative perspective on AI through creative coding, glitch and personal memories

My new immersive AV work opens on Thursday. Plus, Open Studio day and Cosmic Insignificance Therapy at INTERSECCIÓN festival.

Dom Aversano interviews Tim Murray-Browne on interactive installations, empowering an audience, and how AI continues to dissolve the distinction between artist and audience.

At Radiophrenia Festival this week: A short drive round Bucharest in the Lupo and Agency of Chaos, Unmoved

AI seems to live in the part of my mind that deals with animals and spirits rather than objects and machines.

A friend explained it to me: (punters per day x ticket cost - overheads) / (required floorspace). More people, quicker experiences, more $/m²/day. It’s obvious when someone writes it out, but I’d never thought of it that way before.

My first live performance with AI audio. In the error and distortion I hear the struggle of a living being: effort, intention, agency.

As I nervously prepare a solo AI audio performance, I’m trying to find space for my own voice between the AI model’s extremes of total order and total chaos.

About five years ago I received a tape in the post from my late godmother. It was a recording off the radio of choral service at Wakefield Cathedral from 1995. I'm one of the singers, aged nine.

I’m used to seeing human-like intellectual capabilities together as a bundle, what I consider human intelligence. If a human can draw photorealistic faces, I might assume they have mastered many other intellectual abilities, like a deep sensitivity to human physiology and how it exists in physical reality.

Is coding with AI like driving with a satnav? Will the parts of my brain that learn from doing atrophy as I delegate the brainwork to ChatGPT? Or does it leave me as the director of a film, able to focus on the bigger picture?

New audio-visual work: A one minute meditation charting an AI render from the micro to the macro.

ChatGPT can write my grant applications. But it can also write everyone else's.

Once marks of authenticity become automated, they stop being marks of authenticity. Then we have to find new ways to let ourselves leak through.

Authored and unauthored media have always been here. But AI makes them indistinguishable.

There are things I’ve put out before that I regret, but they are massively outweighed by the work I didn’t share because I just wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

After two years exploring this AI model with my body, I’m left with is an intuitive sense of its topology.

I learnt to build AI models because I wanted to fall in love with AI, to see it as a collaborator in human agency, to be excited rather than afraid.

When a new technology arrives, new possibilities arrive. It leaves us with an ethical openness. Those with vested interests move quickly to define the narrative.

The more AI images I come across, the less I feel moved by them.