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I started posting in 2010 because I needed somewhere for the static to go. Not a gallery. Not a studio. Tumblr. A place where you could put things without asking permission and no one would tell you it was wrong. That mattered more than I understood at the time.
The first works had skull characters. Glitchy figures collapsing in on themselves. People asked what I was trying to say. I wasn't trying to say anything. I was showing what I was looking at. The internet, the culture, the money anxiety, the 9-to-5 with death waiting at the end of it anyway. That's not dark. That's just Tuesday.
Tumblr ran for years without a gap. I missed one month. One. That kind of consistency isn't ambition. It's closer to compulsion. I feel better when I've made something. Always have. If I don't, something builds up. The static. So making isn't optional for me. It never was.
When I found blockchain in 2018 I recognized it immediately. It wasn't a new market. It was a new container. The right container. I'd been making digital work for years knowing it lived on centralized servers owned by other people who could wake up one morning and decide to shut down. Ascribe did that. Rare Art Labs did that. Digital Objects did that. I was already preparing for the next time before the next time happened. Not your keys, not your crypto. Someone told me that early. I didn't forget it.
The first NFT I ever sold was on Ascribe. A dollar. I had been trying to move editions for weeks and no one was interested. I started at one pound, one pound added per edition. Got to edition five and it fizzled. That felt about right. I wasn't making things to sell them. I was making things because the alternative was not making things, which is no alternative at all.
Right-Click and Save As Guy came out in 2018. People treated it like a thesis statement. Maybe it is. But I wasn't writing a thesis. I was drawing what I saw. The argument about digital art and copying felt pointless to me. Digital art is copied by definition. A file is a copy every time it moves. Fighting that isn't protecting value. It's fighting physics. So in August 2022 I made it official. CC0. All of it. Public domain. Not altruism. Logic. The work is more powerful when it can go anywhere than when it can only go where I permit.
People ask about the death imagery. Why skulls. Why decay. I don't have a complicated answer. Death is the one thing that stays honest. Institutions change. Platforms close. Money runs up and runs down. Communities form and fracture. But death keeps its word. There's something clarifying about that. It cuts through the noise. I'm not trying to be morbid. I'm trying to be accurate.
Max Pain came from that same place. A skull in anguish over money. The absurdity of a dead thing agonizing over financial loss. We all do that. We do it while breathing. It made sense to draw it. Over five thousand editions sold in under a day. That wasn't the point but it's what happened. The work found its audience because it reflected something real back at them.
I keep my own backups. I pin my own files. I vault my own tokens. I've watched too many platforms disappear to outsource that trust. I'm not paranoid. I'm just someone who has seen what happens when you assume the infrastructure stays up. It doesn't. The infrastructure is always temporary. The work has to outlast it or it won't last at all. That's why provenance matters. That's why the chain matters. It has memory even when the servers don't.
I'm pseudonymous. That's been called mysterious. It doesn't feel mysterious from where I sit. It feels practical. The work is the work. Who I am in a legal sense doesn't add anything to it. The art has a longer life without my face attached. Maybe that's projection. Maybe I'm just protecting something. Both things can be true.
There's a version of this story that sounds like triumph. Record sales. Auction houses. Art Basel Miami Beach. The numbers are real. But the numbers aren't the story I'm interested in. The story I'm interested in is the gap between 2010 and 2018. Eight years of making things with essentially no market for them. No collectors. No infrastructure built for it. Just the work and the upload and the void. That period shaped everything that came after. Not because hardship builds character or any of that. But because if you can keep making things when there's no external reason to, you've answered the most important question about yourself. You know why you're doing it.
I used to think of the archive as a timeline. Chronological. Additive. Now I think of it more like a garden. Something that needs tending. You can mint a new token but you cannot replace the original. The chain remembers even if the market doesn't. That matters to me. I work to maintain what I've put out. It's the closest thing I have to a long-term plan.
JPEGs are the trojan horse. That was true when I said it and it's still true. This medium isn't a footnote to culture. It is the culture, or at least the part of it that knows how to survive. The part that doesn't wait for institutions to legitimize it. The part that publishes first and asks questions later. I came from that. I still live there.
Everything is still going. That's the only thing I can tell you with certainty.
— XCOPY
Everyone can choose to be authentic… or not.
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