Boris Eldagsen turns the machine against itself. He raises van Gogh from the dead, hands him a mic, and lets him rage. What we get is a ghost trapped in the age of AI—a hostage video from the underworld of art history.
We turned the man into merchandise, then asked AI to remix the ruins. And here it is—remixed, exhausted, and pissed. Vincent’s voice isn’t real, but the exhaustion is.
We’ve flattened his suffering into a preset, a style pack, a downloadable vibe. The agony, the hunger, the paint-eating madness—it’s all been filtered, cleaned up, and sold back to us as a beautiful effect. This is van Gogh after being chewed up by history, museums, and merch tables. He’s not angry that we use his style—he’s angry that we think that’s enough.



