Yesterday I was very creative at our demonstration table in the museum: my first collage that isn't just paper & paint. There was no audience (people probably used the rare sunshine for outdoor events), but we had fun! Now some small embroidery in gold to finish it. Should I make more collages with textile parts? 🤔 @embroidery@fibrearts@fiberarts
I've been thinking about how to draw a distinction between ethical and non-ethical generative #Art
For instance, I like using the bit art & mandelbrot bots to start collages. These are randomly and mathematically derived. Ethical, imo.
Contrast that against the LLM's which are built off of stealing people's labor (sound familiar?). Largely unethical, imo.
Another sort of generative art that I'm involved with is #DataSonification & #Image2BonkWave. These use a copy left python script and open source DAW's producing #CreativeCommons music. Ethical and quite badass, imo.
You put yourself together. Bit by bit. Part Sometimes you do it with clarity and precision. As if by a manual. As if provided with a step-by-step guide. At other times, in total darkness. In the midnight hour. Grappling with esoteric secrets. With hieroglyphics. An impenetrable mystery. Like Ikea instructions for building anything...
You ever have an artistic blind-spot? A creative blackout? You look at a piece of work and you know you had a thought. You know there was an idea. You know there’s an attempt at something here, you just don't know what the hell it is. Yeah, that's this. I suppose there's always tomorrow.
A Collageist's attempt at Inktober Day 20 - “Frost”
Everyone (in the USA) gives the French hell about rolling over for the Nazis, but they need to hear about the French Resistance and...
the Rosicrutioners.
Started a new project, because I couldn't just tidy the room. Instead of emptying the room of lots of paper in a quick efficient manner, I am now accumulating cut-up text, and use them to re-purpose the pages of word lists, to paste into a #DadaistArtJournal. 😂
asemic postcard ~ welcome to the deconstruction zone
Hello Again ~I looked at the ash as I drove through the desert. And the calm days, the lifestyle, the at the key of the dark world, and the clouds that float in the fractured skylight as they go to mirage mirrors.
The house offers river views. The first is the invisible darkness that overwhelms your soul. Everything is different. Looking at the river through a small window floating in the air makes my heart sink.