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Blame Caravaggio
May. 25th, 2023 09:58 amI fought the cat and the cat won. The first of my day's defeats!
OK, not the first. I slept terribly again, going to bed late, waking every half hour. R is in England, so I keep a side light on in the bedroom each night, but it's very disturbing. I tell myself I would rather have the annoyance and be sure I can see the door, but that's longhand for choosing between sleep and no sleep. My eyes are drooping as I write this. I must wake up.
Maybe this is why Biggie so easily outwrestled my attempts to put her in the cat carrier. I have had to cancel the vet appointment again. Not that she's got an immediate problem, but her bloods need checking cos I think her hyperthyroidism is on the rise, which means adjusting her dosage. But I cannot fight her today in fact I can do very little except wonder at the views of Popocatépetl, so dreamlike, stars shining serenely behind deep clouds of smoke and blaze. If the people are safe I can allow myself to relax into the fierce beauty of it.
Giving myself just a little more time and another cup of tea before I have to go get some stuff, when I'm not staring at Popocatépetl, I'm bemused at my first ever experience of censorship for my art! Aht!
I use NightCafe AI art generator for entertainment sometimes, and would argue it entails a very different skillset to those of artists. Formulating a prompt that in turn produces the image you want is a combination of technical, even literary, knowledge. You need not possess one iota of traditional artistic craft to succeed in it, plus it is ultimately derivative and repetitive. For me, any real interest in it lies in the weird space between what you ask for and what you get; Conroy Maddox once told me that the secret of surrealism is juxtaposition. To many AI afficionados, the perfection is in giving an order and getting exactly what you envisage. That's mastery, that's control. But I don't think it's art.
My heretical views are not what led to my 24 hour silencing. No, the latest Nightcafe challenge I took part in was based around the theme of wine, so I tried to create a series of young Bacchus type figures using one of my favourite prompts:
Young greek god of wine, bacchus, dionysus, smiling drunk, drinking, head dress of grapes and vines, by John Anster Fitzgerald, james jean, fenghua zhong, adelaide labille - guiard, caravagio, descent, artforum, eugene de blaas, achingly beautiful, trending on artforum, adornment
The results are hidden behind the cut, lest they shock DW folk as much as they did the mods of the Nightcafe group. It's not my fault. The harder I tried, the drunker they got.
( Read more... )
My favourite here is bottom left, the one with the narrowed eyes and cunningly placed lap grapes. Clearly he's in love with his cleverness and has not yet realised that he's terminally hammered.
The reasons for the ban were that the images were overtly sexual. Sexual? If these are sexual, any visit to the British Museum is a masterclass in frottage. Yes chests are shown but I've no idea why they're quite so prominent, the prompt doesn't ask for them, though maybe including Caravaggio was asking for trouble. But it doesn't matter. Fact is, I am now a banned artist, censored in the pursuit of my vision, silenced by MacArthyite Nuns of the New World Order doubtless funded by the Bilderberg Group in alliance with the Tofu-eating Wokerati. OK, it's only 24 hours, and it isn't a proper FB ban, it's the group mods doing it in case it leads to censorship by FB, the prissy little swots, but still. This is my moment of artistic umbrage and I'm keeping it. In the meantime, Prince Pull-My-Finger watches us all and smiles.
OK, not the first. I slept terribly again, going to bed late, waking every half hour. R is in England, so I keep a side light on in the bedroom each night, but it's very disturbing. I tell myself I would rather have the annoyance and be sure I can see the door, but that's longhand for choosing between sleep and no sleep. My eyes are drooping as I write this. I must wake up.
Maybe this is why Biggie so easily outwrestled my attempts to put her in the cat carrier. I have had to cancel the vet appointment again. Not that she's got an immediate problem, but her bloods need checking cos I think her hyperthyroidism is on the rise, which means adjusting her dosage. But I cannot fight her today in fact I can do very little except wonder at the views of Popocatépetl, so dreamlike, stars shining serenely behind deep clouds of smoke and blaze. If the people are safe I can allow myself to relax into the fierce beauty of it.
Giving myself just a little more time and another cup of tea before I have to go get some stuff, when I'm not staring at Popocatépetl, I'm bemused at my first ever experience of censorship for my art! Aht!
I use NightCafe AI art generator for entertainment sometimes, and would argue it entails a very different skillset to those of artists. Formulating a prompt that in turn produces the image you want is a combination of technical, even literary, knowledge. You need not possess one iota of traditional artistic craft to succeed in it, plus it is ultimately derivative and repetitive. For me, any real interest in it lies in the weird space between what you ask for and what you get; Conroy Maddox once told me that the secret of surrealism is juxtaposition. To many AI afficionados, the perfection is in giving an order and getting exactly what you envisage. That's mastery, that's control. But I don't think it's art.
My heretical views are not what led to my 24 hour silencing. No, the latest Nightcafe challenge I took part in was based around the theme of wine, so I tried to create a series of young Bacchus type figures using one of my favourite prompts:
Young greek god of wine, bacchus, dionysus, smiling drunk, drinking, head dress of grapes and vines, by John Anster Fitzgerald, james jean, fenghua zhong, adelaide labille - guiard, caravagio, descent, artforum, eugene de blaas, achingly beautiful, trending on artforum, adornment
The results are hidden behind the cut, lest they shock DW folk as much as they did the mods of the Nightcafe group. It's not my fault. The harder I tried, the drunker they got.
( Read more... )
My favourite here is bottom left, the one with the narrowed eyes and cunningly placed lap grapes. Clearly he's in love with his cleverness and has not yet realised that he's terminally hammered.
The reasons for the ban were that the images were overtly sexual. Sexual? If these are sexual, any visit to the British Museum is a masterclass in frottage. Yes chests are shown but I've no idea why they're quite so prominent, the prompt doesn't ask for them, though maybe including Caravaggio was asking for trouble. But it doesn't matter. Fact is, I am now a banned artist, censored in the pursuit of my vision, silenced by MacArthyite Nuns of the New World Order doubtless funded by the Bilderberg Group in alliance with the Tofu-eating Wokerati. OK, it's only 24 hours, and it isn't a proper FB ban, it's the group mods doing it in case it leads to censorship by FB, the prissy little swots, but still. This is my moment of artistic umbrage and I'm keeping it. In the meantime, Prince Pull-My-Finger watches us all and smiles.
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