Nullus

This work takes its name from the Latin for none, no one, not any. More than a negation, it is absence shaped into form—the outline left behind when meaning exits the room. Nullus is a conceptual image-making experiment that explores the outer edge of what artificial intelligence can represent—not technically, but philosophically. Where other projects explore materiality, tradition, or surface fidelity, this one provokes, destabilises, and interrogates the act of image-making itself. It abandons the comfort of cohesion in favour of fracture. The result is a collection of eighteen images that do not belong together—but cannot be separated. Each one a discrete thought. Each one a rupture. What they share is an origin in language—and a refusal to resolve into clarity. Connected not by subject or style, but the method of their conjuring: speculative prompts given to a machine, and the machine’s strangely articulate responses.

Created with ChatGPT-4o and Flux 1.1 Pro Ultra, these works were not generated from fixed concepts but from speculative prompts: “A sculpture made of silence.” “A device for measuring grief.” “Latent space as a haunted archive.” Some are paradoxes. Others, metaphors stretched into visibility. What emerges is not illustration, but visual speculation—a collection of synthographs rendered with impossible precision. The images borrow from film, photography, installation, and graphic design—without ever committing to any of them. What they offer is not narrative, but atmosphere. A synthetic mood board for an unwritten philosophy. The project does not resolve. It lingers. It glitches. It asks questions with no desire for answers. And yet, in its ambiguity, it is precise.

Nullus is not about image-making. It is a study in non-meaning and the collapse of visual language. It is rooted in emotions, thoughts, contradictions—translated visually, not explained. It is about what happens just before the image takes hold. About the moment when AI tries to visualise what cannot be shown—and shows us something anyway. It is also a portrait of trust: between man and machine, prompt and output, viewer and illusion. Whether we read these images as dreams, simulations, echoes, or hallucinations is beside the point. Nullus proposes not one idea, but many—each dissolving the moment it becomes legible.