Featured Artworks for Galleries | Jeff Wilson, Mixed Digital Media Artist

FEATURED ARTWORKS FOR GALLERIES: Selected collections and information

Statement

Artist

I consider my work as "Mixed Digital Media"—blending technical tools and approaches in a collaboration that produces something unique and something truly my own. It might seem odd to call this work "my own" when so much is done by a machine, but that is the nature if collaboration: better results without stifling personal accomplishment. My work is both technical and creative, a machine and a human, a juxtaposition that reflect this moment in the evolution of fine art, technology, and humanity at large. Enjoy.

Your pal,

Jeff

This collection captures a moment, a passing, and like any good eulogy, it highlights the now while looking back, drawing connections to our past, our ancestors, and what brought us here. Read more.

AItomatism

In the gray weave of the city, she discovered a vibrant shard of stained glass, its colors a stark anomaly in his colorless world. Each day, she traced the sun's dance through the glass, casting a kaleidoscope of rebellion against the canvas of his life, the reds and blues battling the monochrome. On the eve of her decision, the glass glowed with an intense yellow, a silent herald of the dawn that awaited beyond the skyline, and stepping forward, her future unwritten but ablaze with color.

Three friends leaned in, their conversation a low murmur against the backdrop of the city's pulse, which bled through the walls in streaks of red and blue. The waitress, her outline a ghostly contrast against the vibrant chaos, carried a secret message in her tray—a single card that could unravel the web of power in the underground world they navigated. As she approached, the card beneath the coffee cups pulsed with a potential to change everything, the trio's fate hanging in the balance, their next words teetering on the edge of an unseen precipice.

In the backstreets of the Jazz Quarter, known for her uncanny card-reading skills, she sat pondering the hand that fate had dealt her. The cards whispered of a crossroads, their cryptic symbols masked by splatters of blue and the red haze of neon lights reflecting off her contemplative face. As she traced the edges of a particularly ominous card, the clamor of the city faded, her focus sharp as a razor's edge, while the silhouette of a past lover loomed in the background, the next card's flip hanging heavy in the night air.

In the eclectic haze of a bar drenched in the afterglow of neon dissent, two women found themselves sharing a secluded moment, their hands tentatively exploring the possibility of a connection as intimate as the space they occupied. Behind them, a lone figure nursing a drink bore witness to this unfolding intimacy, his own heart a battleground of lost chances, the starkness of his solitude amplified by their closeness. As the women leaned in, the murmur of their laughter dancing with the possibility of something deeper, the man's gaze drifted away, a silent acknowledgment of his own yearning for a time when love was not a spectator sport but a contender within his grasp.

In a corner of the city where soft jazz spilled into the night, two silhouettes clung together, their embrace a quiet act of defiance against the unyielding norms that governed their separate existences. Each heartbeat shared was a whispered challenge to the world that demanded their separation, a world that watched with indifferent stars. As they lingered in the safety of shadows, the inevitability of dawn loomed, promising a return to the solitude they each knew too well, their yearning to remain a silent cry against the coming light.

In a city pulsating with the rhythm of countless footsteps, he moves against the current of people, each one a silent story of their own. Facing an inner turmoil, a secret battle between the comfort of conformity and the lure of an undefined path that beckons with the promise of self-discovery. As they edge closer to the precipice of choice, the crowd presses on, a symbol of life's relentless march. He teeters on the brink, decision veiled in the gathering twilight.

In a vibrant clash of color and sound, a lone dancer moves rhythmically, becoming the heartbeat of a city that dances to the tune of diversity and vibrance. Amidst the symphony of grasping hands and echoing beats, a silent challenge hangs in the air, questioning the boundaries of expression and the cost of silence. She leaps higher, each movement a word in the language of defiance, their story suspended at the apex, leaving us in anticipation of where the next beat will fall.

Amidst a sea of voices and the electric buzz of a nighttime revel, a figure stands defiant but lost in the ecstasy of the moment. The music, a pulse through their veins. The night is a canvas of sound and movement, a place where every soul is both lost and found in the shared rhythm of existence. This moment, a silhouette against the strobe of lights, is both alone and part of a greater whole, their journey toward dawn's light a dance of shadows and anticipation.

In the solitude of a worn attic, an individual sifts through heirloom boxes, the air thick with the musk of aged paper and whispered legacies. Unearthing a locked journal, the key to their lineage's unspoken chapters, the decision to turn its pages is heavier than the dust that blankets it — each word a potential catalyst to unravel tightly bound family threads. Poised between the reverence for bygone silence and the ache for truth, the individual hesitates, the journal's lock an echo of hearts that might soon be undone.

ON DIGITAL PRINTMAKING

Printmaking is a consistent backdrop in my work. Printmaking is the perfect metaphor for my approach—both technical and creative, manual and automated, and has been woven with the arts since the earliest days of handprints on the cave walls of Lascaux and has evolved through the centuries offering artists new approaches, qualities, and opportunities.

We start with my grandmother, weave through wine, and borrow from my earlier work. This series is sometimes literal and specific, other times abstract, cultural, and vague. It is a reflection of origins—occasionally concrete and emotional with many things missing. Read more.

Monica

WORK SPECIFICS

My current work blends AI, glitch, generative code, custom filters, and good old fashioned handwork. It is somewhat automated yet an intensely manual process. I have been exclusively digital native since 2008 but the work is still intended to be printed, framed, and enjoyed. All work is very high definition and most are able to be printed upwards of 108" (275 cm) though best viewing sizes are likely smaller. I provide both prints and digital (direct downloads and NFTs) versions. Custom sizes can certainly be accommodated.

I am challenging the notion that technology inhibits creativity and showcasing its potential to express individuality. By constraining the composition to a single, traditional motif, yet each piece is unique and modern, I want the viewer to see that constraints rarely inhibit the artist, the human in control. Rather, these only fuel the desire to look deeper and approach the art differently. “VelvetGlitch” highlights the significance of digital in the fine art world. Read more.

VelvetGlitch

CONTACT INFORMATION

I can be reached though most major platforms under the @whackscript handle. I am primarily looking for galleries to display my work but happy to do commissions and collaborations. Additionally, I am exploring ways to branch out into merchandizing, installations, and other applications of my work. Join me weekly Friday evenings for a live art livestream on Twitch (past vids) and follow me everywhere 🙏. All my links.

Earlier work, taking the qualities and characteristics of a traditional woodcut, or block print, yet done entirely on a computer. This was my first attempt exploring the blend of the technical and the artistic. I did not want to make "computer art". I just wanted to find ways to understand the tool. Blending the traditional and the modern is critical to my work. It is about juxtaposition; right and left brain; analytical and emotional; old and new. This style stayed with me for a decent 13 years but, wanting to expand my work, I elevated the backdrop of woodcuts to that of printmaking at large where each technique has their own qualities, characteristics, and personalities but still hold true my original juxtaposition of technology and creativity.