Really glad I survived long enough to experience the part of history where rage baiting via a fake AI prompt is now considered art, and easily commands a sale in the mid 5 figure range. I don't know when it became this way, but more and more art feels less about self expression and more about churning out useless digital engagement slop to feed the algorithm while simultaneously ensuring the medium used to generate said engagement is as toothless, inoffensive and vague as possible. The focus less about the art, more about straddling the line of being loud enough to draw attention and keep an artist and their brand in the spotlight while also ensuring they cross no real boundaries that may cause pushback and tarnish their precious follower count or the money flowing in. Maybe I'm just jaded. Maybe it's the fact that I spent the last 3 years surviving hell to write 40,000 lines of code. Spilling what little I have left of my sanity out onto pages and js, sharing it in hopes of finding some kind of truth. Creating in hopes of connecting with people. Allowing myself to dig, to be vulnerable in hopes of creating something genuine. Leaving a decade long abusive relationship, going deaf, losing the last of my family, daily chronic pain, watching my dog die, watching my physical health collapse, losing my job, having my project essentially canned as I watched the scheduled platform go bankrupt in real time, and spiraling fully into the most severe depression of my life. Just last week the only woman I've ever really loved walked out after 2 years because she just couldn't deal with living in the gravitational field of my life that is the inevitable destruction of anything good. I am now completely and entirely alone, fully lacking in the last, most precious thing I had - human touch from a person I truly loved. And now I will in short order likely be homeless. Maybe it is that. Or maybe this work just isn't very good. Maybe watching sums of money that would save the lives of so many people be kicked around like a fucking hacky sack for funsies is my last straw. I am not owed anything. I was tired. Now I am just numb. Perhaps seeing this was the breaking point that cracked open some last bit of clarity so I can apologize to everyone for failing them. And to say that despite my life collapsing, I am still here, at least for today, and I am still trying to dig for any speck of hope I can find. Or maybe it's just better to sit back and watch the last of everything simply fade away. Who knows anymore.

if i had but one wish as a creator, it would be to someday, if only briefly, occupy the realm of talent, knowledge and grace that elegantly combine to create something as beautiful as this

the sun/the weight #p5js #genart

good morning team #p5js #genart

am #p5js #genart

separation/anxiety #p5js #genart

iamhere #p5js #genart

PIP #p5js #genart

entry #p5js #genart

exasper #genart #p5js

Eric Andwer Slurred, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique - #ericandwer #fxhash $fxh

"Abundance/white" by @AndwerEric, the whole series is coming to @fx_hash_ soon! Eric Andwer Abundance/white, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique - #ericandwer #fxhash $fxh

alberta #p5js #genart

“Misread” by @AndwerEric. Eric Andwer: The State of Me July 19 – August 02, 2025 Mariannenstrasse 33, 10999 Berlin In collaboration with @fx_hash_ - #ericandwer #genart #fxhash $fxh

Last week to visit the solo exhibition "The State of Me" by @AndwerEric. On view until August 2. Some days I am the man once loved Some I am the monster, tearing it all down Some days I am the creator, the builder, the hope Some days I am the burning, destroyed, faltering Some I am merely not here at all Some days are piles, strewn threads, unloving, messes Some are invisible, endless, peripheral bouts between Some days the sun shines brightly, just here, positioned and possessed Some days it simply doesn’t hold at all Some days I’ll write, throw ink on a page Some days I’ll burn it, in some fit, of some rage Some days I am better I swear, I really am But most I am barely here Lonely, longing, for some lost gray matter Broken, useless, uncolored and flimsy Painting future memories of a life barely remembered I know you want me to come home I wish I could Eric Andwer: The State of Me July 19 – August 02, 2025 Mariannenstrasse 33, 10999 Berlin In collaboration with @fx_hash_ - #ericandwer #genart #fxhash $fxh

first stop for 'the state of me' by @AndwerEric is an installation at @GalerieMet in berlin through august 2 then the collection opens to all on fxhash 🤩

Installation views of "Greet" and "Deletion" by @AndwerEric. On view until August 2. Eric Andwer Greet, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique Eric Andwer Deletion, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique Eric Andwer: The State of Me July 19 – August 02, 2025 Mariannenstrasse 33, 10999 Berlin In collaboration with @fx_hash_ - #ericandwer #genart #fxhash $fxh

Installation views of "Recoup" and "Sharp Misplacement" by @AndwerEric. On view until August 2. Eric Andwer Recoup, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique Eric Andwer Sharp Misplacement, 2025 Archival print on Hahnemühle Photo Rag paper 29.7 x 42 cm Unique Eric Andwer: The State of Me July 19 – August 02, 2025 Mariannenstrasse 33, 10999 Berlin In collaboration with @fx_hash_ - #ericandwer #genart #fxhash $fxh