
She grew tired of the questions, her childhood, the overturned turtle. Who did this cop think he was? She was human, 100 percent. She was sure of it. He did not seem so sure, however.
Never AI.
The world is too beautiful not to paint.
When the gig is up and you’ve been discovered sneaking around the evil temple. Hundreds of hooded monks fly into the room, making all sorts of martial arts noises, while playing with their weapons of choice. You draw your sword, toss the sheath, and give the oncoming antagonists a look of confidence, like this is going to be fun.
No AI, ever.
Inspired by the song of the same title by Stone Sour, which may have inspired me before thinks critically, but can’t remember, so I’m going with it. Specifically, the lyrics:
“I’m looking at you through the glass
Don’t know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head“
I’m not sure what the group had in mind for the song, but let’s explore what it means to me as the artist, shall we. To me, this is a self-portrait of sorts. It’s about depression, irrelevancy, alcohol as a coping mechanism, and the overused Thoreau quote: “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” Sure, my subject is female, but it transcends male and female issues, piercing like a Misericorde to the very heart of the human condition.
I know you ladies can tell something is wrong, because the bra is the first thing you take off when you get home, so that was a purposeful choice. She’s surrounded by the trappings of success, but at heart it’s all meaningless, a vague nod to the commercialism we are expected to embrace in a post-dystopian American society.
Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today. I’ve planted a flag saying “I was here.” Don’t be concerned, I’m an artist. I channel this stuff. I have people to support so I’m not going anywhere.
Did you know there’s a new number to call if you are feeling that way? It’s 988. Outside the States? You may be out of luck, sorry.
Again, no AI.
So after the drunkstorm of yesterday, I figured I’d plant today’s flag on a rocky beach somewhere, where the sole survivor of some gale-battered ship is discovered washed ashore by a passing good Samaritan. Artistically, it’s about light, the subtle colors extant in every vignette permeating our lives.
No AI. Even though it’s destroying the digital art market, I persist. Why is AI destroying the market? A computer can spit out an image in 5 seconds, and even if you spent a day getting this right, people will say it’s AI and won’t want to pay for it’s true worth. I’m seeing this becoming more prevalent at art shows. Digital art is dying.
Finished up this one today. In some fantasy world, maybe ours when creativity was more cherished, a warrior battles the giant invasion. Will she survive?
AI commentary: AI has it’s uses, but it’s not digital art, and a computer spitting out an image in 5 seconds doesn’t capture the beauty of the human condition. This took a couple days.
Turning a useless day into something better, with art. There will always be differing opinions on who plays the best Morticia. My thought is, all of them. Since she was in Zorro, I could picture Catherine Zeta Jones as the iconic character and now she gets her shot. So, first fan art?
Never AI. AI has trashed the Digital Art market. If you support Digital Art, now is the time to be vocal about the differences. It’s truly a few words and five second (AI) vs. multiple hours to days of work (Digital Art).
What if angels don’t give a damn about us? What if we’re trying to be good for a god for whom we are no better than ants? What if we’re condemned to our fate by our imperfect nature? What if this is god’s greatest irony, a creation followed by casting off, like an artist doing crap paintings to get through a crap day? Am I god? If so, can I destroy all creation? Nothing to see here, move along.
All my art is Digital Art, there is no AI involved.