The art thing does feel a little like killing your own. I've always drawn my own cover art for my music and my writing. Sometimes it's nice to use AI for inspiration, but I need to draw the final product myself. Otherwise it feels absurd.
Many of us agree with that sentiment. As someone in the entertainment business I interviewed recently said, AI regurgitates the past. It's not capable of creating something truly new and unique.
Rain. Droplets of water. Reflecting the world around. Magical tiny worlds on their own. Gathering in strings of little worlds and thoughts…and everything. Pure and not pure. It depends. Bringing relief from …sadness, tensions, electricity in air…silently falling down on earth, whispering..like sounds of bees wings. Or drop by drop falling into a pitcher…until the last drop overflows the pitcher…and water runs out…like tears flow after days, weeks, months of events, sadness, suffering and so on…then one starts crying for no reason…as they say, but it is accumulation of all the little things, feelings, events drops during the time….and then we use drops of water to paint…watercolors, and create something beautiful. See beauty in every little tiny droplet….it is our choice…or is it?…
The art thing does feel a little like killing your own. I've always drawn my own cover art for my music and my writing. Sometimes it's nice to use AI for inspiration, but I need to draw the final product myself. Otherwise it feels absurd.
Many of us agree with that sentiment. As someone in the entertainment business I interviewed recently said, AI regurgitates the past. It's not capable of creating something truly new and unique.
Rain. Droplets of water. Reflecting the world around. Magical tiny worlds on their own. Gathering in strings of little worlds and thoughts…and everything. Pure and not pure. It depends. Bringing relief from …sadness, tensions, electricity in air…silently falling down on earth, whispering..like sounds of bees wings. Or drop by drop falling into a pitcher…until the last drop overflows the pitcher…and water runs out…like tears flow after days, weeks, months of events, sadness, suffering and so on…then one starts crying for no reason…as they say, but it is accumulation of all the little things, feelings, events drops during the time….and then we use drops of water to paint…watercolors, and create something beautiful. See beauty in every little tiny droplet….it is our choice…or is it?…