A meditation on imagination, possible aphantasia, and AI art.

A meditation on imagination, possible aphantasia, and AI art.
The Impermanence of All Creations. AmWriting The editor’s notes sit in my mailbox. Waiting for me. Three years ago I started putting together a rulebook for my perfect tabletop roleplaying game. A companion for the UVG road-trip adventure. A roleplaying game is a strange thing. A kind of folk art practice, mixing improv theatre and […]
A week ago, as I was finishing the writing on my largest game* to date, I posted a twitter thread about my insecurity and imposter experience, and how I had downplayed (sabotaged, even) my own work. Thread: https://twitter.com/stratometaship/status/1536318473177284609 The writing is now basically finished. Usually, after I finished a writing project, I felt a melancholia, […]
Me: “It’s lovely weather, it would be nice to go and write in a nice cafe, next to a brook. Trees, sky, water. Bit of inspiration.” Me2: “Well, you’ve walked the dog, and shaved, and cleaned the apartment, and you’ve got plenty of time, that would be reasonable. After all, you get more and better […]
It is always time to write thoughts. Ganghwado. We visited the Ganghwa dolmens. There, the 53 ton slab upon its two uprights. Standing there since the bronze age. A mere 3,000 years. Younger, far, than the pyramids. Yet, it has seen a cycle of ages. The island is now 300 square kilometres, but that’s after […]
To be unreadable is freedom. Of a sort. No Phone Elegy I am overjoyed to have experienced being hooked and tethered to my smartphone. Now, whenever I go for a walk without my phone, I am overwhelmed by how vivid, how three-dimensional, how high-resolution, how multi-sensory reality is. An ant crawling across the moss, a […]
Last Wednesday I embarked on a week-long creative break. Quite suddenly, I realized the whelms were getting stronger than me and that my mind was no longer doing the things I wanted. So I drew a picture of the orange forest, announced I was going there and withdrew from the mass social media and most […]
I have often struggled with producing work. Drawing art for commissions. Writing pieces to fit a project. Creating content, to use the contemporary white-collarist argot. I’ve come to suspect that those struggles come down to a matter of style. By style, I mean a distinctive manner of doing things. The older I get, the less […]
~Mir~ A second post, a counterpart not a contrapost, to the measures of “mera”. As a child, I was fascinated by the space station “Mir”. The first base of humanity in space. The first kernel of a city in the stars. Yes, yes. I know it’s not the first historically. But I was a child. […]
par Godefroy Dronsart Let us ponder how different words are than they were even a short time past. Let’s travel 29 years into the past. The mail, when it came after three or six weeks, was a drive away at the post office box. Sometimes accompanied by a small bribe if it was a parcel. […]