I decided to use my time in the Gray Area incubator to push myself into that domain of software that feeds on large databases of media and then produces alien, inexplicable, sometimes delightful output — a domain otherwise known as “AI”. The result was a three-channel noise installation, trained on twelve hours of found sounds, that compelled visitors to hoot and grunt and sing and make all kinds of utterances into a microphone to hear what sonic apparitions would be summoned…

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