Gathering thoughts…
AHH.
There are many objects in the world. this makes me wonder how do i decide on what are the things that i desire? i thought long about the answer; it must speak with me. i find the following quote very true "As soon as you put on one garment, it speaks to your personality" by Virgil Abloh. objects may seem voiceless but you must listen for they will teach you more about yourself than a mirror...
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A quick thought; Interesting results for AI portraits come when a prompt is structured with two genders. An example prompt; a photograph of a woman by Man Ray. Thinking about how this sentence can be confused and how the AI could be interpreted. The woman is taken as priority, it guides the overall features, then Man from Man Ray is used to confuse the language into both…
as current AI tools develop and more people use them. i have noticed subtle consistencies that pop up in stable diffusion. finding the consistencies and adapting them will be the difference from the average user to a unique user. one of the more obvious consistency are poses for portrait images. there are only a few poses the model stable diffusion will produce; front-on, side…
i have been continuing a visual style for over a year now, developing it further with each iteration. the world of narcissus; a delicate focus around oneself and their desires. what defines this world? the context to the world is irrelevant so it is not present in many creations. the water expanding to the horizon grounds narcissus in his mind, forever expanding. the colours,…
For a long time now I have had an idea in my mind that seemed almost impossible. Poetic in execution and artistic value, one where an echo may only speak the last thing it hears. It's a satisfying feeling to find the right person, now making the idea more possible. The future looks bright for this idea to flourish...
there was a nymph who loved to sing, her voice was light and airy. but one day she lost her voice, and she didn't know why. she tried to sing again, but the sound wouldn't come out. she treid to speak her mind, but the words wouldn't form. the nymph was sad and lonely, her voice was gone forever. but she found comfort in the silence, and in the stillness of the forest...
