Art
Thoughts on Art...
Do You See It Happening?
Artists, authors, and musicians, AI is no threat to us... it's validation of our importance.
Monday, April 20, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Dreams while The Sun rises.
A Transition Day, change in the air.
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Dawn arrives to show a glow of cool frost that formed overnight.
How's your Art? Words are slow sticky things for me this morning. Usually an indication some new idea or grand expression is wanting to be shaped.
Maybe that's what Depression is for The Earth. There are so many beautiful experiences, so much matter left unsung, perhaps Nature weeps for our reluctance to sing a new song. We feel her tears in a state called Depression.
Van Gogh called it "The Meagerness." He painted to alleviate it. Vincent's only illness was starvation from a lack of recognition for the value of his work.
So many lives have been changed, enlightened, inspired because of his work. While he was alive he wasn't treated much better than a street dog.
This must change.
AI is set to make most of the tasks people were too preoccupied with to notice Van Gogh's greatness while he lived obsolete.
Machines can and so will do most of the jobs we deem necessary human work still.
This is very good news.
And also why building a generation of artists is necessary for our survival.
Receptiveness of Imagination and the ability to express it will, at last, be the most sought after marketable skill.
How clearly we share our dreams will be the new measure of a successful person.
Do you see it happening?
Artists, authors, and musicians, AI is no threat to us... it's validation of our importance.
Artificial Intelligence can't paint like Van Gogh if Vincent didn't first.
So draw, write, sing what you see and hear. Express your witness not your knowledge.
Facts are dead food for computers. Art is Life living alive!
Be genuinely you, shake the sky, and go make some wonder fall.
~ Wynn ~
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As We Work
This site is a place for Artists not to feel so alone. There's never been anything quite like it.
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Sunrise.
We keep going to keep it going.
Electric blue light blue starts every sunrise. Like twilight in reverse The World slowly shows its colors in a spectacle called a day.
Everyday the same plotlines with a new cast of characters.
Variations on a theme called Nature is the way of The World.
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Been thinking on Wonder Fell itself, on what it is, can be, has become.
This site is a place for Artists not to feel so alone. There's never been anything quite like it.
Time spent in solitude is a requirement for every practitioner of every Art. Musicians, painters, writers, creatives of every kind, deserve a space to feel welcomed and recognized as we work.
Not a coach or guru, an understanding friend in words.
It's work. The alone time, the daydreams, the staring off into space that looks so odd to the hurry-up get-it-done drone of humanity.
During those quiet alone times we're being fed warm loving Imagination. We're stocking up supplies for the trip ahead.
Though the analogy works better to think of The Imagination as fuel for The Artist.
Day-to-day obligation distracts and starves a creative spirit. Sometimes it's difficult to get back to your actual work... Your Art.
Read a post or two here. Your vision is uniquely yours, but you are not alone in having a unique vision you wish to express.
I got you; I get you.
Get centered and get to work creating something. Only by working will the work come, only by dreaming will you have the materials necessary to create.
So stare off into space then continue to work by making your dreams real. The World needs your witness, your music, your Art.
Oh... an idea for a bumper-sticker slogan for Wonder Fell:
Make Good Art, Not Bad News.
Take care and go make some wonderful.
~ Wynn ~
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A Safe Place for Dreamers
I'd like Wonder Fell to be considered an alcove of the Internet safe for dreamers.
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Welcome.
Well before sunrise, The Country sleeps.
There's peace in dreams. How to make it real?
A safe space for dreams to come alive.
Encouragement, enthusiasm, and wonder... what's missing from so much of so many lives and what's found here.
I'd like Wonder Fell to be considered an alcove of the Internet safe for dreamers.
Maybe the day gets a little loud with the Modern World's overplayed go-go-go music.
Take a timeout. Remember you're a living dream living dreams. You're not alone in your desire for The World to be a more welcoming place for what's best about us.
Take a breath. Read a Wonder Fell post or two. See you're not alone.
Return to making your best dreams true... with back-up.
Words are my gift and duty. I give them to help us... The Dreamers.
I believe Artists of all The Arts are the heroes Our World now needs most.
I offer Wonder Fell as a safe place for good creative people to not feel so alone.
Because we're not. O/
Wonder Fell, this journal for The Creative Spirit, will always be free online.
My pay is in The Art returned.
I know a place where poets, musicians, artists, and creatives of all types can gather quietly, alone but together, is a necessity left unmet.
Consider Wonder Fell meeting that need for a meeting place.
Artists, we're not alone, though we so often like to be.
All dreamers are welcome here. How you paint The Sistine Chapel Ceiling is how you live a masterpiece of a life, after all.
We have a dream. We show up and do the work it takes to make it real.
May this journal be a safe place to assist you in gathering and preparing dreams to make real.
As always, thank you for reading, take care and go make some wonderful.
Poem to go with today's post: For You
~ Wynn ~
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For the Sake of Language
Having AI write or create pseudo-art for you is like being in a romance with Alexa the AI bot.
Wednesday, April 15, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
It's a journal, a poet's. Every morning with pen in hand, I write with the sunrise to remind an AI obsessed humanity: There's more to our hearts than beats-per-minute.
Language is more than just what the meta is for;
Language is for metaphors!
Each person is a unique Large Language Model equipped to express this experience called Life.
It's the feeling part, the joy, the sorrow, the comfort, the love that Artificial Intelligence can never give witness of that makes it inferior.
Everything a poet's words do AI simply cannot.
I had to speak up in a big way for the sake of words.
So I decided to pick up the slack moon obsessed poets left and confess each sunrise for you... in a poetical kind of way.
So we remember what words are for.
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Writing someone a Love Letter is the greatest use of the written word.
One's whole being goes into every syllable. Feelings, desires, passions, wants, hopes, and dreams of beautiful moments shared build every line.
If we make the ability to write a Love Letter the metric for successful writing, we can't even call what AI does writing.
Having AI write or create pseudo-art for you is like being in a romance with Alexa the AI bot.
Huh?
AI writing and AI pseudo-Art is romance with a robot.
It's purely one-sided, vain, and empty.
Writing is for human connection.
Even in business this is true.
Having AI do all your business writing means you don't value human connection, which means you don't value people, which means your business won't last very long.
But I was wondering about the sunrise with you before the modern world started playing video games with language creation.
Idyllic Spring blue sky morning after a rainy night.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Regarding AI, Then Art
Science is making Scientists obsolete.
Monday, April 13, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
A so much to say morning...
The kind that leads so many writers and artists to what's called: A Block.
Creative standstills aren't caused by a lack, but by an abundance. There's simply just so much to be inspired by, how to choose?
But the point isn't the topic; it's the act of creation.
You're a writer not a 'topic picker.' Just write. Get writing.
Good sentences will come, but only by writing.
Great sentences will come, but only by writing more.
Onto more.
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There's a pull often to write regarding AI. A curious subject for a poet... perhaps not.
There's already a good amount on the site regarding AI.
I never use it for my work, nor could I. Using AI is playing a video game, not writing... certainly not painting or making music either.
Art requires a human being; it's non-negotiable.
But artists of all varieties know this.
My creative friends, we must be ready.
Science is making Scientists obsolete. AI simply does a better job at Science than Scientists are able to do. Our nerd friends will all need a hug and new sense of purpose in a generation or two.
It's the relationships with what lives that makes life worth living.
Sorry... a robot husband or wife can never bring happiness or love regardless how well-designed.
Life-like is not Life.
Consider the difference between a spouse and an exact robot AI replica.
What's lacking from the droid is what Life is all about...
Welcome to what Art is all about.
Take care and make that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Our Arias of Experience
The professional pianist is as much an instrument for music as the piano she plays.
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
Welcome back.
Hundreds of sunrises in a row and what to show?
Sunlight like river water is never the same fire twice. Our galaxy's star always makes us new.
Fire and water share a bond in how they go about their business. Always new, always agents of change to remain the same.
Together they make the weather to make The World.
There's nothing out of the ordinary about a writer keeping a daily journal. In fact, I know it's necessary for writers of any craft if they want to be successful.
If you're a professional pianist and you miss a day of playing, your music and method both suffer the neglect.
It's the same with all acts of creation. Every Art form requires commitment.
The professional pianist is as much an instrument for music as the piano she plays.
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Color is music for the eyes. Painters and visual artists compose songs with lines of their own.
Writers have words for notes, paragraphs for sonatas.
There's a certain song that happens within all of us. Walt called it: The Song of Ourselves.
It's the music poets write about.
Not a symphony of notes for the ear or a choreography of colors for the eyes, but the sound and hue of music and color within us.
We don't see or hear with our eyes or ears this song great within; we know it through words. We filter and express it to ourselves with language.
Just like we all can hum a tune, we all use language in a poetical fashion to express our inward song.
A concert Diva is going to hum the same song a little differently than most of us.
A poet sings their song great within with the same passion and skill a Diva takes to an aria.
Our Arias of Experience, mundanely known as the voice in your head while you make decisions, is transcribed by poets throughout the centuries.
There's some here if you're interested.
More, specifically here.
Soon, as AI makes more of the reasons we thought made us necessary obsolete, we're going to wonder what life is all about.
I present Wonder Fell as a starting point towards a way of considering what it means to be human in an AI friendly world.
Turns out being alive is all about the expression of our arias of experience.
Or more plainly put: Life is the process of making Art.
Choose an instrument with the instrument called yourself and play.
Keyboards and pens for me.
Thanks for reading, enjoy yourself, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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A Choreography of Color
Sometimes the best thing to do for your Art is to daydream.
Wednesday, April 08, 2026
Good morning, Twfw. O/
The light arrives sooner and stays later. Green replaces brown all over town.
Blue grabs enough yellow for a dance partner and goes to work on a choreography called Spring.
Soon the floor and foliage turn green to make a welcoming space for the other colors in a number called Summer.
The World is a choreography of color.
Wonder Fell. This Epic Letter Poem to a World on Fire marches on.
Words from a concerned friend. Not just any friend, someone whose been through Hell and won, sends these lines every morning.
Today wants something new.
I was going to write about the power of words: The super-position of language. How the only characters to know their way out of Hell are poets. Take Dante and Virgil for examples.
But if you enjoy reading Wonder Fell you know that already. Change your words to change your Life.
Something new, though... something new wants said.
Do we sit and let it come writers, or fling tirades at the page?
Sometimes the best thing to do for your Art is to daydream.
A tough truth to digest in a world obsessed with duty disguised as get-it-done checklists.
Artists, if I can share some medicine with you it's this: Being idle, for an Artist of any craft, is not being unproductive: It's part of the work.
It's not depression if your quiet time feeds your work: It's part of your work.
Artists, musicians, writers in this modern world... chill out! You're not in a slump, depressed, or being anti-social: You're working.
So long as sometime everyday you commit to creating something your time spent in daydreams is time invested in your work.
Daydreams are the fuel for the fire called an Artist.
Don't be ashamed, shut-down, or depressed. Call it work. Make sure you create something everyday and call your daydreams work.
Because they are; every job requires supplies.
Off to restock my own with a dream with the sunrise.
Thanks for reading, dream on purpose, create something, and make a wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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Everyone's Uppercase Q
A blogpost is a kind of poetic form. A picture, a title, a subtitle, the context itself.
Wednesday, April 01, 2026
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's it hangin'?
Got your slang on? Singin' your song? All day long?
Here's a morning cup of sunshine to wonder about on this Day of Fools.
Every year a whole day dedicated to the jester.
No kidding.
A recognition of the importance of Comedy in our lives.
Funny thing about being funny is it's very serious business.
Wrote about that once already though... here.
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In the spirit of 'Words are Enough,' I changed the aesthetic of the site.
Poets value the shape, form, and rhythm of language as a part of the meaning of a piece of writing.
A blogpost is a kind of poetic form. A picture, a title, a subtitle, the context itself.
The experiment with AI imagery is over for Wonder Fell, but keeping to the form of a blogpost remains.
One cool thing about handwriting is its become a very cool thing to do.
So a screenshot of the first page of the morning journal for the obligatory pic to fit the requirement of the new 'poetic form.'
Handwriting for a header definitely gets AI scratching its Large Language Model head.
There's something more personal expressed through handwriting. It's why journals are best done longhand. Everyone's uppercase 'Q' is uniquely their own.
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The Industrial Age brought mass-marketed goods. The AI age brings mass-marketed information.
We're headed towards a Signature Economy where individual creativity and nuance is valued above all else.
Art, in all its forms, is to become the only luxury item.
Each of us is unique. How we express that is what creativity is all about.
Our unique witness to The World is what all the Arts give us a means to express.
Artists! AI isn't making you obsolete. It's making you more valuable.
And making sure we stay true to the purpose of Art itself.
Art represents an individual's witness of a Life experience and not a mimicry of other Art.
Each of us filters Life in our own way.
Billions of Large Language Models walk The World. They're called humans. And each has their own unique perspective to share.
Life with all its drama and weather perpetually feeds us prompts to interpret, make literal sense of, and share.
Those who are best at this process are called Artists. Our witness gives The World a new way of sharing, new language to interpret every sunrise.
Take care and have that wonderful day.
~ Wynn ~
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