RND/ to consider a new archetypal living ‘bad artist’ cliche, hereby known as “Borenzo Lelenguer”:
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Even featuring a stupid, ultra-pretentious™ hat, paint slapped on the ends of anvils and bits of wire stuck in blobs of concrete. B.F.D. And he accepts Bitcoin. Of course he does. Welcome to the team, Borenzo.
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– To consider how the overall design saturated neon and architectural megastructures of Blade Runner on movie and videogame concept art goes far beyond mere influence and utterly overwhelms the visual field resulting in extremes of copy-pasted futuristic cliche and mindless fragmentary clutter; a measurement, both of the triumph of the will-to-technology as expressed in control and total social systemic domination of global hyper capitalism and humanity’s own caustic alienation; that such images positively revel in the dull density danger and crushing depression of their own sheer brute ugliness and obvious environmental destruction clearly informs us of the precise degree to which such symbolic environments dominate our thoughts – that they look and feel the way they are, because that’s what we in the Universal (ie. colonial) West still look and feel like inside; monstrous, powerful and ugly, with a wilfully designed kind of deeply stupid, hard wired smartness that breathes grey ashes
that cyberpunk to continually serve up nothing but the dregs of its own violent, planetary wide dirty concrete urbanism – merely something suitably ‘dark’ (zzzzzzzzzz!) for pale skinned techno-nerds / l33t haxx0r edgelords to look oh-so cool in the foreground of – must be exposed as the inherent crippling imaginative failure it is; note how not a single tree or spontaneous smile can be seen in such a deliberately cruel and professionally miserablist blandscape
RND/ To imagine a super generic  corporate stock art galley:
What do such expressions say, what values do they signify – other than an endless self referential political blandscape of hyperreal corporate stock photos so generally generic their stunning obviousness hurts.
So generally devoid of artistry, being so utterly corporate in their unabashed consumerist presentation, to consider such images feel oddly undead, disconcertingly strange – if ‘strange’ simply means ‘extremely fucking boring.’
Featuring mostly super flat, wilfully uninteresting lighting composition, garish color schemes and dim, constantly smiling corporate dipshits who pose for them – especially vile, violently happy middling class couples. (Wow, what a career choice.)
With their misogynistic portrayal of female bodies in stock roles, consider corporate stock photos real digital pits of dull flat art – now watermarked with a stock symbol as warning; careful not to stare too long into the corporate stock photography void – for the frozen synthetic soul of dull plastic stupefaction stares back out in hyper apathetic return.
In which such images satirically remix from cough large torrents of images readily available Online.