Whoa, this really isn’t heavy at all, so don’t freak out on me. Saw a headline that just set the brain waves quivering – “Ants in their paints.” I understand they were trying to say, “Ants in their pants,” to describe someone hyper. But to me, the mistake of ‘Ants in their paints’ describes more […]
Well, for the past few weeks you’ve watched me find some amazing AI images and post them on my blog. There’s some really groovy art out there, man. And I’m blown away by what AI can do. So I’ve been like, thinking a lot of things over, and it’s not an easy decision: should I
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Somehow making a collage just makes me amped, you know? (Hope you’re not bored with my trials and errors yet.) Must be the current planetary vibes – maybe I should go ask Madame Zombra. I’ll try to get back to the trad thing soon. A.R. Tist
Isn’t this wild? Thought maybe some of you would enjoy seeing the difference the background matting can make even with a collage. Groovy. – A.R. Tist
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Pablo Picasso in front of “The Aficionado” 1912 “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” There’s no way I could’ve thought of that, man. But it resonates with me. A.R. Tist
Yeah, man, I really believe in enjoying your work – if you don’t trip on it, no one else is going to, dig? So I thought I’d show you this little drawing made from scratch board, to remind you of those grade school days when you’d scribble several colors of crayon over a piece of
This looks like creep city, man – at least to me. Took me a while to figure out exactly what it was. (It was taken with my camera, and I don’t loan it out to just anyone, so it’s not an ‘unauthorized use’ or some other funky wrinkle.) Looks like something from ‘Alien.’ So you
“Every artist was first an amateur.” Ralph Waldo Emerson That’s heavy. And it should not only resonate with you, but inspire you as well. I hope it does. – A.R. Tist
And the above is what I’d supposedly look like as a successful suit in the big city. Whoa! Never ask AI to create a portrait of you as an urban (urbane?) VIP. I don’t think I could stand it if that ‘portrait’ ever came true. It’s not me, man. But I have to confess, it’s