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I am William Anderson. I am creative. Anderson:Creative.

Man is not defined by productivity, but by love fostered.

Personal experience is not competitive.

Life is to be savored, not glimpsed.

Let the Machine Dream

What are artists when art becomes “content”?

The Summer Has Got Away from Me

Seeing objects and facing mortality

From the Archives

Art

Andy glitches out

Spotted eggs in water

In Steve’s studio

Glyph boneyard

Photos

Betty|Bench Diptych

Portraits at the Fair

New Orleans

Betty being Betty

I fucking love doors

Pictures of eggs

A bench in the village

Betty again (or, Joy)

A garage door in Kolín

Afternoon, Pesaro

Two angels

Somewhere in Italy

Mr. Splashypants meets the Fiesta

Ikea instructions

Newfoundland

The bench, again

And, again.

Early GenAI art

AI generated witches

My 80’s yearbook

Victorian bearded women holding iguanas

My family tree

Girls fixing biplanes

Neanderthals riding blimps

Daughters of the Atom Bomb

Medical curiosities

Things you might like

Hepcat Willy's Fave Rave!

Restoring a burl attaché

Chocolate tempering

Fencing, the sport

Making walnut bitters

Dad and the airplane

Ruthie writes a check

Jupiter

Reykjavik Cathederal

Restoring an advocate bag

Mom and Dad go on a date

Just a nice boat

Dad with Bessie

Siri knows

Making spruce syrup

Making Tabasco barbecue rub

Stories

The Voiceboard project

The barn

Exakta VX1000

Lukaš drives his Trabant

The bees in my wall

Kamila fights the wind

A proto-Cyrillic manuscript

So long, Wendel