Art
Thoughts on Art...
Dreams... a Tangible Air
2025.12.26
Friday, December 26, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
Hope all's well.
The day after a holiday, what to do?
Back to everyday rhythms.
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Something interesting for writers, and anyone who likes to embark on creative endeavors, is the consistency found here.
"How do you know what to write about everyday? Don't you get writer's, artist's, creative person's block ever, Wynn?"
-Curious Writer, Artist, Creative Person Reader
You have to be willing to sit and daydream for awhile. This appears to go against modern get-it-done just-do-it thinking, but if you want to make Art of any kind you're going to have to be alone and still at times.
You have to fill up on daydreams to have anything to share.
You can become technically proficient and focus on craft through mimicry. But that's not Art, that's copying. AI does that. AI does not make Art. It is simply impossible for it to.
Dreams are the reason why AI will never be an Artist of any kind.
Art is the process of sharing dreams through a new expression.
Art is an extension of the Artist. The two can never be separated. Every brushstroke of Da Vinci's is a part of him; every word of Keats holds the whole world of Keats in it, too.
We share our whole self with The World with everything we do.
To me dreams are a tangible air. Have you felt as much?
Like fish swim in the sea, we walk and wake in a current of dreams.
It's how your best friend knows how you're feeling even with your poker face on. You share dream space.
Thanks for sharing dreams with me.
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Friday, so another verse of Colore posts later. A little different today. Like playing an epic RPG with side quests, this epic has 'side-stories.'
Today's side-story is a speech by Hope's mother while she was running for Senate.
Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🎩tophat
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dragon wearing a bowtie dressed like an artist, painting a mirrored reflection of itself in the style of a magical Art Deco stained-glass window.
Archaic Slab
Don't Be a Monkey
2025.12.22
Monday, December 22. 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
The shortest day of the year was yesterday... if we're speaking in sunshine. And, as you're reading Wonder Fell, we're always speaking sunshine.
Thanks for reading.
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Transition day, for sure today.
What would you like to read about Dear Reader?
What if we could talk through dreams?
What would we say?
'Hello' and 'Good morning' are always a great place to start.
But aren't we speaking through dreams?
Isn't that what reading and all Art is for?
Of course it is.
Thanks for sharing dreams.
So, what shall we share?
There's over a year's worth of sunrise dreams here.
Some poems here.
And Epic in the works here.
If you like themes, there's tags. Type them up there 🔍 .
The state of mind necessary to read, to write, to make Art at all is what makes us human.
The rest is just monkey stuff. 🍌🐒
Don't be a monkey. Enjoy Art.
Watch a film, read a book, see a painting, listen to a song; share dreams.
That's what Art is for: To share dreams.
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Sun's up. Lavender and Ivory paint the horizon, make a way for a clear blue domed sky.
More daylight today than yesterday, with the solstice comes more reason to shine.
As always, thank you for reading, take care, don't be a monkey; enjoy Art, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍌banana
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a monkey dressed like a corporate executive sitting in a cubicle holding a banana while looking at a laptop in the style of an Art Deco Anime illustration using a subdued color palette.
Archaic Slab
Poets Are to Blame
2025.12.18
Thursday, December 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Peace. Think of doves.
Some metaphors last.
There's nothing more peaceful about a dove than there is about a pigeon.
What's up with that?
Our stories and poets are to blame.
O/
People like me are the reason a dove signals peace for you.
An owl is wise because of the work I do.
I'm working on widening our understanding and making a new place for dragons in our cultural mythology right now.
Our stories of what it means to be alive aren't serving us as well as they used to.
We need a rebirth of wonder, a cultural Renaissance, if we're to survive.
People's spirits are down. 'Whatevers' roll eyes and fill the air.
But life is worth more than Whatevers. It's worth 'What Could Be's,' too.
A thing called Hope, the reason for every story, The Great Destroyer of The Whatevers.
Our stories don't serve us as well as they could. So many write these days, do so much these days, just to make money.
The problem with money as a reason to do anything is: It's amoral. It's neither right or wrong.
But money isn't worth a dime without human interaction.
So what we're actually valuing when we say we value money is the ability for more positive human interactions.
Not nicer things, better relationships.
There are too many miserable millionaires in the world for money to be an answer in and of itself.
It's our stories, what we tell our children, what we tell ourselves.
I bring up Science often on the site, and I'm grateful for it. What a great tool.
But Science leaves out morality, so the umbrella isn't big enough to sustain joyful living.
If our culture is to heal it comes down to us Artists. We have to grow our stories, images, and songs to match our moral needs.
How we treat each other matters. At the end of a day, and a life, it's actually the only thing that does.
Sun's up. Powder blue sky over an orange pink ribbon horizon, pencil scratch marks make the silhouettes of trees.
Take care, consider your stories, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🍞bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a dove, an owl, and a dragon all wearing bowties sat reading books in an enchanted forest at dawn in the style of a magical cubist illustration.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, Some Cubists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
A Place for Adjectives
2025.12.17
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams.
There's a whole lot of discussion of them on the site, but what are they?
Stories making sense of each other.
The narrative of our life is a story we tell ourselves.
A culture is a tapestry of stories shared among a group of people.
Stories of people deal with morality because we're beings of choice.
Science is the shared story of stuff.
It's dull, predictable as a rule; Science is no place for an adjective.
But Life is.
And so... enter the necessity for Artists.
O/
We all have a Life; we all want a good one.
Good is an adjective.
The relationship between Art and Morality is integral.
Art, in order to be effective, must speak to quality of life.
If an adjective doesn't come to mind when you read a story or poem, look at a picture, or hear a song; the art is ineffectual, a lesson in craft at best.
"That's beautiful. I love that."
-Every Artist's Desired Audience Member
Art invokes experience.
Years of study has shown me that the emotional response that the Artist wants from its audience must first be in the Artist.
If you write and perform a love song with little capacity to love yourself, the tune is flat and no one is lifted by it regardless how well crafted it is.
It's this Ghos+ business.
It's spirit.
And as every staunch Scientist rolls their empirical eyes, every Artist points out what we create about forces every eyeroll.
Keep it going, Artists. There's so much more to Life than adding it up.
The World, right now, could use the reminder.
Thank you for reading and sharing.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🛷sled
Archaic Slab
Snow in the Dark
2025.12.14
Sunday, December 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
A good day for a good day.
A day with and worth many positive platitudes and cliches...
Time to rise and shine.
Get your game face on.
You got this.
On with our show...
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'Snow in the Dark,' a good title for a pop rock album or a beach read thriller.
Maybe an ironic name of the playlist you listen to while you tan at the beach reading.
You always were clever and ironic and iconic... at least in your dreams.
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Business in the air.
Though the words are of Hope, dreams and inspirations; though there's poetry and prose; this is my work, my business, my job.
Art is only a hobby if you don't share it.
That's my personal reason for thanking you so often for reading.
We craft things to better express and help ourselves.
We make Art to better express and help The World.
Your artistic creations give Life a new way to express itself. Thank you.
A new species of flower blooms from every new painting, poem, and song.
Why is a flower beautiful?
Someone should ask a poet.
Glad you asked.
Because even Mother Nature wants to be loved.
And Beauty incites Love.
What we recognize as Beautiful we love.
And we want what we love to know it is Beautiful.
Words, songs, brushstrokes, are all excellent ways to express to what we love their beauty.
This is not limited to only romantic relationships.
I find each sunrise beautiful, and so I write the sunrise; share words for the dawn.
Our understanding of Beauty is off, corroded by a century or two of quick fix imagery machines.
We confuse The Beautiful with the pretty and are left feeling empty.
Beauty incites love. Pretty pleases the eye.
A Beautiful object is always pleasing to all the senses.
But there's more.
There's more to Love than looking good.
What more?
That's up to you to express to what you find Beautiful.
Thank you for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪭folding_hand_fan
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a flower in bloom in a snowstorm at night under the moon in the style of a magical Art Nouveau painting using pastel colors and bright lighting.
Images courtesy of Ms. Copilot (DALLE-3, MAI, and GPT-4o models respectively), Some Art Nouveau Artists, and +he Ghos+, December 2025
Archaic Slab
Write a Lion a Lullaby
2025.12.12
Friday, December 12, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day?
Let's talk about you.
Hello again, btw. O/
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In terms of writers, all artists actually, let's discuss what role the audience plays.
You do play a role in the creation of every work of art.
Didn't realize you were so important?
Now you know.
Every sentence made has an intended audience or it's just talking, writing, painting, playing music, to yourself.
Art is gift giving.
Every work of Art, story told, and song sung is an Ode to something.
A poet writing a poem about the sky is making a gift for the sky.
Just like getting a good friend a birthday present, the poet feeds the sky words to define the importance of their relationship.
Your audience doesn't have to be a person.
Paint a picture for the ocean, sing a song for a mountain, write a lion a lullaby.
Stories always deal with morality, and so go best created for people.
Though, Nature too has its own moral way.
Every story is about human morality.
It's what story is: An equation of morality.
Scientists and nerds, hello friends, look here. O/
Proof of the moral nature of Life is in the Scientifically provable ways of story.
If right and wrong didn't exist neither would the power of stories.
Plainly put: If you consider yourself an atheist and enjoy the experience of watching movies, you're not an atheist; you're a hypocrite.
Poets don't preach; we point out the unseen obvious.
Laughing, crying, cheering a hero on during a story is a recognition of the reality of morality.
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Sun's up; it never looks exactly the same.
It's nice to know the thing we all count on the most for likes to jazz it up everyday.
The Sun paints a new picture every dawn.
Thanks for reading, take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🌃night_with _stars
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a sleeping lion wearing a bowtie with a gift next to him outside at dawn in the style of a magical anime impressionist painting.
Archaic Slab is now ⬇️
Archaic Slab O/
Practical or Fantastical
2025.12.08
Monday, December 08, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Dreams, how are yours?
Inspirational, practical, and wonderful is my hope for you.
During the end of the year, when the Sun rises later on the clock, I write these posts in pre-dawn dark.
Speaking of wonder... I wonder how the seasons effect our writing, influence our words.
Years from now this journal will show clear evidence of the influence of the seasons on a writer's voice.
The feel of each morning is put here as clearly, comfortably, and honestly as possible.
The effectiveness of writing is directly proportional to the clarity and sincerity of the writer.
But how does one honestly write fiction?
Isn't a fictional tale by its very nature make-believe?
It comes down to dreams.
The more clearly we project our imagination onto a page in words, the more successful the piece of writing is.
This goes for all works of Art.
And Life.
The conveyance of dreams is what we're made to do.
Dreamers sharing dreams with other dreamers sharing dreams is what Life is all about.
What are you doing today?
As you answer that question your mind is full of your dreams of the day ahead.
Practical or fantastical a dream is a dream fashioned to and by the dreamer.
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A pink grapefruit sunrise to replace lullabies.
Time to live your dreams.
Take care, live your dreams on purpose, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🪂parachute
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of the silhouette of trees in winter at sunrise in New England in the style of an Abstract Expressionist painting using a pink color palette.
Very Real Magic
2025.12.06
Saturday, December 06, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's your sunshine? O/
Right to business this morning.
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Colore goes well: A new post yesterday.
Getting into Act Two requires another post or two.
Interesting how the story tells you what it requires as you write it.
It's that certain way and rhythm stories have that makes itself known as you work.
It's trust, writing I mean.
We write each sentence as an act of faith.
Trust your voice; trust the process: That's the way.
Writing, any craft called Art, isn't hocus pocus, but it is a kind of magic.
If we define magic as all that exists that Science can't measure, then making art is a work of magic.
Very real magic.
Art is the process of making the unsensed sensed. Music, painting, dreams in a line finally in lines on pages and stages to witness.
It's work, for certain it's that.
A repeatable process that always creates a different result isn't Scientific, isn't chaotic; it's Art.
We're always expressing ourselves; the world is a constant flux. So our expressions change with the wind.
I write every sunrise; it's always new.
But it's always me, too. O/
You do the same every morning. Perhaps not with written words, but most definitely with your life.
Every action you make shows the world who you are.
We're constant creators, heat hot living breathing machines for making.
Thanks for giving your dreams to my words. It's what words and Art are for: To share dreams.
Our imaginations are the most interesting thing about us.
What we do with our dreams is how we spend our lives.
Thank you for sharing your dreams with my words.
Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.
Wynn
+he Ghos+
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🥖baguette_bread
Same Prompt🤔: Create an image of a nerdy witch wearing a bowtie painting a stained-glass window in the style of a Renaissance Anime painting.
Image courtesy of Grok Imagine, some Renaissance Painters, Animators, and +he Ghos+, December 2025