I've really enjoyed working with AI, in part because of the intense criticism and backlash it has generated. As a solitary Stephen-type figure, where else can one find access to models, props, locations, and production support in this economy? It seems only fair that the benefits—and inequities—of this system be distributed more broadly. After all, big tech and the elite have consistently found ways to innovate their way toward ever-greater inequality.

Perhaps there is some solace in the notion that artists and designers have once again become tradespeople, working alongside cobblers, blacksmiths, and boulangers. Laboring with one's hands has somehow come to be viewed as ordinary, even beneath us. Yet haven't we all become merchants of ourselves in one way or another?

I call this body of work Sausages because I am attempting to embrace the moment through humor and sarcasm. We are all being used. The game is rigged. Something foul is afoot. The rule of mixing has been violated. It is not kosher.

Through these works, I enjoy portraying both the elite and the bottom-feeders they have become. They may conceal themselves in exclusive spaces, sipping Dirty Vesper Shrimptinis behind closed doors, but AI has become a witness to their excesses, exposing their Elizabethan recovery collars of shame. By scouring the vast archive of images and transactions that populate the digital world, it brings them front and center—outed, revealed, and unmasked.