Who is the creative generation?
The present moment has given birth to a new kind of person.
She is 13 years old – a Stanford-trained musician, an MIT statistician. She took the courses online for free.
She plays songs on software, with codes that sing billions of sounds. It’s open source, she downloaded it for free.
She has Minecraft castles on her hard-drive and Disney princesses on her shelves.
She learned programming through poetry, through number theory, through a link on Wikipedia.
She never listened to Top 40. She listened to 40 YouTube covers of “Frozen.”
She’s always had an audience, since her first Facebook profile. She lives for the Like, the fork, the mention, and the moment.
She has a powerful computer in her pocket, that connects her to everyone she’s ever met, to anything she could ever know. It’s faster than the computer that flew Apollo to the moon, faster than the world’s fastest computer in the year of her birth.
She has used this screen to know everything, to make everything – to know and make herself.
And yet, she has no idea how it works. And no idea how to make one herself. Below the Angry Birds, only mystery.
She is the new creative generation – unselfishly inventive. But she is estranged from her powers.
She wants to build and code her own computer. She wants a new way to make and play with the world around her.
kaledo-art
jacobvanloon
baratheonpilled
turnnoffyourmind
ellievsbear
stormborns
pixelskylines
romaincrisis