Renaissance Labs
Renaissance Labs
A European lab for a second renaissance. We train sovereign AI models, and we make the case that Europe can build again.
I — The premise
In 1420 a goldsmith with no training as an architect began a dome that the experts of his city had called impossible. He built it without scaffolding. Nobody announced a golden age first. A few people decided to start.
Europe has since learned to treat its renaissance as somewhere to visit: roped off, ticketed, behind glass. We think it is something you do. The first one came from workshops where art, science and craft shared a bench, and from people who assumed they were allowed to try.
The tools have changed. The assumption is the part worth rebuilding.
Rebirth is a verb.
II — The work
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We work on AI models trained in Europe, on European terms: our data, our languages, our infrastructure. Intelligence is becoming infrastructure, and a continent should not have to rent its thinking.
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Capability is not enough if people do not believe they are allowed to use it. So we also make things that change the mood: films, songs, essays and arguments for a Europe that builds.
III — The film
Four minutes on a dome, a printing press, a lens, a cookie banner and a kid in a workshop. Every frame is drawn by code.
Florence, fourteen-twenty.
They said the dome could not be built.
He built it anyway.
A goldsmith in Florence with nothing to show
Raised a dome with no scaffold, six centuries ago
A press in Mainz turned lead into light
And a man with a lens set the heavens right
Then we got careful, then we got slow
Roped off the marble and charged for the show
We built the web in a lab by a lake
Now “accept all cookies” is all that we make
But the marble’s still warm, and the lights are still on
There’s a kid in a workshop from midnight till dawn
Renaissance two-point-oh
Wake the old world, let it grow
From Lisbon to Tallinn, from Stockholm to Rome
We’re not here for the history, we’re building at home
Renaissance two-point-oh
Open the workshop, here we go
Bring the art and the science, the code and the stone
This time the dome is one we all own
Night train to Kraków, laptop on my knees
Twenty-four languages, all saying “please”
Leonardo wrote notebooks, backwards, by hand
I’ve got a repo and half of a plan
The Medici paid gold for a ceiling of sky
We’ve got a forty-page form, and we still apply
Six hundred years on a church in Cologne
We know how to finish what’s started in stone
And the marble’s still warm, and the kettle is on
There’s a lab full of strangers who won’t be for long
Not a postcard. Not a souvenir.
Not a statue of a golden year.
Every master started as the kid who swept the floor
Every dome was just a hole in the sky before
So hand me the chisel, hand me the keys
Rebirth is a verb. Say it with me:
Renaissance two-point-oh
Wake the old world, let it grow
From Lisbon to Tallinn, from Stockholm to Rome
We’re not here for the history, we’re building at home
Renaissance two-point-oh
Open the workshop, here we go
No prince and no pope with a name on the stone
This time the dome is one we all own
Europe, right now.
They say it can’t be built.
Hand me the bricks.
IV — Precedents
A dome 45 metres wide, raised with no scaffold by a goldsmith.
Movable type. Lead turned into light.
A lens pointed at the sky, and the heavens set right.
The web, proposed in a lab by a lake and later given away.
Your turn.
V — Join
We are looking for people who would rather build than visit: researchers, engineers, artists and patrons, from Lisbon to Tallinn and from Stockholm to Rome.