after it's been made?
it's energy,
yet seems to be no more?
if energy doesn't die
and always remains,
what then becomes
of all the sound energy
after it's born?
on this matter,
i need to know more...
#vss365
I believe poetry is a visual force. Instead of a paintbrush or a stylus, I use my words to arrange pixels- translating the rhythm of my verse into the language of light and shadow. Each image is a symbiotic vision, born from my stanzas and realized through the lens of AI. This is a human and AI collaboration. All the words are from my quill. All the images created with AI- a process called synthography. On rare occasions, I use photos from my camera roll.
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