IPNT.org is not about a tidy box or a set of rules that binds creators together. Quite the opposite—it’s about the raw, unpolished quirks that let each of us scribble our own, distinctly crooked version of history. We don’t aim to make something recognizable or palatable to the refined tastes of those who claim to know art better. Frankly, we’re blissfully ignorant of all that stuff. Call it a studied amnesia, a forgetfulness that frees us from the pretentious tug of heritage and “influences.” Here, we don’t see ourselves as artists; we’re more like creators possessed, stuck in a loop of making and crafting just because we physically can’t stop. It’s like a fever without a cure.
Yes, we produce an avalanche of work—much of it baffling. But the less you “get it,” the more we dig in. Our goal? Not to fit neatly into a gallery or art history textbook, but to break loose from the very idea of art. Our obsession isn’t some cheeky stunt or subversive manifesto; it’s the thrill of following our hands rather than our heads. We’re out here building our own reality, appropriating what we can from the familiar world to uncover something foreign within ourselves. It’s messy, it’s strange, and it’s beautifully free from the baggage of what “art” is supposed to be.