In high school, in Slovenia, I was made intimately acquainted with the art genre of social realism. I was also instructed on the correct interpretation of this movement, how important it was, how much it contributed to our national history and how it uplifted humanity. Already at the time, this orthodox line on the role […]
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. […]