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Maybe AI will one day create images that are more dazzling than what a human being can do. Big deal. Art is not a competition to create the "best image" (whatever that may be).

No image I've seen in a museum comes close to the visual magic of an actual sunset over the ocean either. When I'm standing on a beach or in a rainy forest I'm touched and humbled and inspired. But I know that nature didn't struggle to create the scene, and I'm rather confident that it doesn't care about me sitting on some rock gazing at it.

Art on the other hand, is about human interaction for me. I know a human being thought and hustled, explored and revised - or maybe just had a lucky moment. Any emotion I might have looking at an artwork, is somehow linked to that process. It's a conversation about what the world does with us, about beauty, and fear and mortality and joy.

Christoph Niemann (@abstractsunday) on AI and art.

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Maybe AI will one day create images that are more dazzling than what a human being can do. Big deal. Art is not a competition to create the "best image" (whatever that may be).

No image I've seen in a museum comes close to the visual magic of an actual sunset over the ocean either. When I'm standing on a beach or in a rainy forest I'm touched and humbled and inspired. But I know that nature didn't struggle to create the scene, and I'm rather confident that it doesn't care about me sitting on some rock gazing at it.

Art on the other hand, is about human interaction for me. I know a human being thought and hustled, explored and revised - or maybe just had a lucky moment. Any emotion I might have looking at an artwork, is somehow linked to that process. It's a conversation about what the world does with us, about beauty, and fear and mortality and joy.

Christoph Niemann (@abstractsunday) on AI and art.

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There’s a part of me that’s always grieving the death of people I might have become. And there’s countless of them buried in my soul like a mass grave.

11/05/20, anastasiasyah (via rains-of-words)

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I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

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Tons more at the source!

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Sometimes I wish the pain of tattoos lasted longer.

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City Life

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Nothing worse than your grandparents asking if you’re bringing a boyfriend to the family’s annual deer hunt, and you getting a little ticked off bc you’ve been openly gay for the better part of a decade so you impulsively respond “no I’m bringing my girlfriend” and get a nice apologetic response but UH OH - you haven’t had anything resembling a serious date since before law school and that was like five years ago so now you have to pretend to break up with your alleged girlfriend right before the trip and act all sad about it the whole time which is definitely a much worse fate than just ignoring some vague homophobia, and now your cousins also want details and your parents are like wtf who the hell is this mystery girl, when ALL you really wanted was an excuse to quietly sit in a deer blind for a few hours in November, wrapped in blankets drinking spiked hot chocolate and pretending to look for deer.

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“I see a woman who looks like me show the world her chains on tv, chains that look a lot like mine. I also see the backlash she receives, those who blame her, those who say she's in it for the fame, or for the dollar; and slowly I began to tuck my chains back into their hiding place, and I swallow the small amount of courage that had begun to swell up like acid at the base of my throat. Vomiting is what will heal me, but I’d rather have this familiar pain in my gut than the bitter taste that comes after the purging.”

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Shame.

Shame is a deciever. Be careful how you respond to things.

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