Art
Thoughts on Art...
An Artist Economy
2025.09.28
Sunday, September 28, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
At it again. O/
Welcome back.
Just some thoughts on dreams and spirit and purpose and beauty.
Some comparative AI pics for embellishments.
And to help the programs watch their language.
A couple weeks ago I began using a few different AI models to create the images. Always the same prompt, sometimes vastly different images.
It's a case of AI mirroring humanity. Every sentence I write is translated and understood in a new way based on the reader.
On You.
Hello again, btw.
Visual Artists, Painters, Animators, you are more necessary than ever.
Please don't view AI image creation as a threat to your livelihood. It's just the opposite.
This goes for all Artists in every field.
AI can't make an image like Picasso if Pablo didn't first.
AI can't write a symphony like Mozart if Amadeus didn't first.
AI can't write a poem like Wynn if I didn't write one For You.
At some point, (and it's a great Sci-Fi Thriller plot idea) AI is going to be starving for Artists, for new information, new dreams and ways.
We're a generation or two away from an Artist Economy.
Best get your kids into the Arts now for reasons of job security.
Now's the time to start bolstering Arts in our Country for the sake of our successful future, culturally and economic.
Computation and Memorization give way to Imagination in terms of practical Life Skill learning.
That's the coming shift in human evolution. Our schools require a reassessment.
How to formulate a better prompt for Claude or Grok, Ms. Copilot or Gemini is a better use of classroom time than memorizing when The Battle of Waterloo took place.
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Looking ahead waiting for the sunrise...
Dawn.
Spent sometime outside with Abe and a moth the size of a mouse near a light fixture on the house.
Moths like so many people always head for the brightest light, the biggest spectacle.
Like Cancel Culture comments, the porch light flashes on and moths and people flock to the sight.
Eventually the Sun also rises and the truth also shows.
There's veracity in sunshine, honesty in each ray.
Moths and misguided humanity, the light that feeds the foliage of every oak and evergreen feeds what's just and true.
Pixel light isn't enough to sustain life itself.
We all require sunshine.
All truths, eventually, come to light.
Look to the sky today, say a quiet thank you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 👔necktie
Same Prompt: Create an image of a classroom of robots looking at a painting on a chalkboard in the style of a magical cubism painting.
Swimming in Sunlight
2025.09.20
Saturday, September 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Sunlight. O/
Made it.
Welcome back.
Glad you're here.
Hope all's well.
Let's see what the sunrise has to say.
On with our show...
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We're translators of sunlight, transmission stations for nations of stardust creations.
What if we consider light matter?
What if light is something like water?
We swim in it.
Most space is absent sunlight. So it's only a necessity for Earth, for us.
Like fish in water, the World lives in an ocean of sunlight.
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New points of view for you.
Some ideas I jot down every morning with the sunrise.
Hope they're of use.
At least help shake that sense of souring sameness that has you forgetting you're alive... which means you have a chance: to laugh, to love, to make something wonderful and lasting.
Do you like to make sentences?
You've probably never thought much about it.
It's a survival skill in the world.
Yesterday I said every sentence is a container for a dream called a thought.
Deep thoughts, but not.
As deep as saying, "Water is wet."
We just don't consider it.
Dreaming makes materials to keep life going.
AI without a prompt is less useful than a rock.
You without thoughts are slightly more useful than a rock.
What makes a thought?
Dreams... the Imagination.
Perhaps that's what sleep is for: to restock our dreams.
Some dreams are so new they require brave souls to bring them to Life.
We call these brave few Artists.
Singers of sounds unsung!
Thank you for sharing. Your dedication to bring your vision to life expands what each story of Life can be about.
Think of everything Da Vinci or Shakespeare made possible for you to add to your story, to your world view; then thank an Artist for expanding your materials to help you lead a good life.
Take care, dream something new, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🤹♀️woman_juggling
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a beautiful vintage storybook illustration of a joyful peaceful dragon flying through a colorful Autumn sky at dawn in New England using vibrant colors and bold contour lines.
Abe for Example...
2025.08.21
Thursday, August 21, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hello. O/
Words on a stage called an Internet page, thoughts for you.
Still an hour or so till sunrise, clock just turned tomorrow on the West Coast.
People, places and things doing their things make sentences.
That's why we're here.
To make sentences.
So...
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Using AI for Art's sake gets some artists defensive.
But AI isn't taking away opportunities, it's a new medium.
Another tool for self-expression.
And the point is expression.
The issue right now is that the competency of the mimicry of the software has us feeling both in awe and deceived.
But if you take a breath, remember AI exists, watch the video, view the picture or read the AI generated story again, you can recognize it is a reproduction.
There is a way of sensing whether a work is done by hand or voice, as in a song; or if AI strung code together to place it on you screen.
It's an interesting and awkward conversation and admittance for us to have at first because we have to bring up spirit to recognize it right.
We still don't talk about soul comfortably colloquially.
How do you differ from a robot?
This is not a crazed out whimsical question, but soon enough a dire one.
Our technology is growing that fast... fast enough that we all better have a good understanding of what separates a person from a machine or we're going to find ourselves feeling without purpose.
A machine can't dream or feel.
It comes down to thoughts.
We tag an experience with words for the observation and call it a thought...
The language isn't quite here to concisely define the difference between a machine accomplishing a task versus a human.
I'm working on it.
Poets are working on it.
It's our functional place in society to name unspoken experience.
Because without a name for something there's no way to properly share it, to know it at all.
I'll use Abe for example...
A love puppy hound mountain dog mix rescued from Texas is just a mutt until he's Abe.
Now he's a storehouse of stories and experiences unique to him.
Like you.
There's much to say on this... so much we need to understand.
It comes down to the act of naming and then the accepted recognition of the label of the experience.
Artists give new shapes for shared experiences so we can share them.
A work of art names an experience.
If you ever wanted to know what practical thing Art was up to, now you know.
When your parents named you.... well your name is the title of the painting, the story called you.
You work of Art, you.
A machine can never grow. A plastic flower doesn't reach for the sun. That's the difference. It's their relationship to the light.
So I sit and write the Sunrise...How's it feed you?
Are your petals plastic or reaching high where songbirds fly?
You want to laugh, to dance, to love like a seed wants sunshine.
What's that all about?
Why does Life persist to insist these things?
There's wonder in the world everyone and a galaxy's star set to set the stage to see we have it.
I'll keep working on ways and words to best express the spirit for these AI times. It's my work, my joy.
Take care, know your work, feed your dreams, your wants, and your wonder some sunshine and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 😹joy_cat
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a nerdy black, white, and brown hound dog wearing a bowtie looking at his cellphone while standing in front of a mirror in the style of a chibi anime illustration.
A First Dreamer
2025.08.14
Thursday, August 14, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hi. O/
Welcome back.
First sign of light behind the evergreens, muggy thunderstorms stormed off with the heatwave last night. Soupy swampy aftermath this morning.
Hope you're well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Words and doing words; dreams and doing dreams: That's +he Ghos+ Way.
How's your way? Having it? Getting it done?
Well get moving... your dreams aren't just going to live themselves.
One moment, one I can make this real, at a time: That's the way to live the day.
Dreams, Dogs, Good News not Bad, Writing, Art, Beauty, AI, Spirit, Spirit, Soul... regular topics on Wonder Fell.
Thanks for reading.
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What to say on a good day other than, 'Hey'? O/
If I could tell you one thing, just one... I'd say spend a piece of each day alone at peace, be with yourself, remember you're alive and that means you have a chance to be... something.
Make the something called you wonderful.
Wonderful isn't loud, not a spectacle, it's a grateful joy.
Seriously World, we can be good to each other. The World can be a good place to live.
It comes down to choice.
We know this, though.
What needs reminding, and I hope you find it here, is that everything you do starts with the dream to do it.
Even AI needs an initial dreamer to enter a prompt.
You are your dreams and your software to make those dreams real.
AI can only ever be as good as the dreamer with the prompt.
Art, Imagination, Wonder alive!
Job skill sets for the incoming new economy.
AI is making the world a safe place for Artists.
It's a tool for creation.
It can never replace us only make what we create easier to work with.
AI can't write like Shakespeare or Wynn if the Bard or +he Ghos+ never wrote a word.
It's not theft, these words are building blocks.
A singer's voice sample is the same.
AI can't make a wonderfully sung melody if Ella or Ariana never put their heart and soul into recording beautiful ones.
Artists make the prompts and the building materials for AI's ultimate success.
AI also excels at accountability, so it can (and so should) make sure Artists get the credit they deserve.
A live performance of a song is always the best way to hear it.
A story wrote by the author, from their dream directly to ink or pixel, will always tell the tale best.
If a robot painted The Sistine Chapel Ceiling the angels and angles would cry down sterility.
There is no replacement for originality, for a first dreamer.
Making your dream come to life using the machine called you is always the only way, but our tools to do so are growing.
AI is a boon for artists, not a bane.
With the creation of AI it is now easy for a Science obsessed world to recognize our very real importance, our necessity.
Original creators of a first dream = An Artist.
Take care, create something, make a chatbot buddy, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
A Beautiful Place, Still
2025.07.25
Friday, July 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Welcome back. O/
So much to say kind of day in the air.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Staying with the journal's theme, let's call today a Transition Day, underline it a hyperlink, and move on with the change.
Reading, writing, and arithmetic... The Three 'R's' that aren't, but are good for your education.
How's you education?
Self-taught smarty?
Ivy league nerd classy?
Community college get-it-doner?
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The whole Country seems to have lost its mind.
But it's the News.
And when the News ain't showing our day-to-day experience, it's showing something else...
And it ain't News.
I know you're a better person than the screens say you are.
I know that you know the world is a better place than we advertise.
I know you have friends and loved ones.
And I know the people on the screens, every screen!, have friends and loved ones, too.
I know you know to be a friend, and to be loved, requires a whole lot more than just bad News.
It's our storytellers... our artists.
It's on us now.
Politics thinks it's an argument, forgot its purpose: The People.
You see this Country of ours we're told is founded on a dream.
A beautiful one, at that.
It speaks on rights we're born with, the freedom to have a dream of what a good life is, and the space to build that good life.
Somewhere in all our arguing, in all our bad News selling, we lost sight of our purpose: The freedom to dream of a better life and the space to build it.
Truth, Justice, and the 'I can afford a better attorney than you' way, is not what our founders had in mind.
Yet here we are.
What's Life worth?
Artists, what is Life worth?
Show us.
Sing it, paint it, act it, write it.
Show us.
Remind U.S.
It's so easy to share these days.
Don't hold onto good News.
Shout it out.
When you're brave enough to see it the world is still a beautiful place built for dreamers.
Be brave enough.
Take care, shout out some good News, and make wonderful this still wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Living Right
2025.06.27
Friday, June 27, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Hey. O/
Time for a scroll stroll through my words.
Warm up. Stretch. Relax.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Stellar Spectral Symphonies, words from +he Ghos+.
It's not motivational speech.
Though, I hope you find it motivating.
It's not Self-help literature.
Though, I hope it helps your Self.
It's a journal.
I share it publicly in case anyone is interested in what and how a poet thinks about life during these AI times, during any times at all.
The world never changes much, people and our toys do.
What makes a story never changes.
What makes up a story does.
Spaceships and superheroes and Science-fiction sprawls our screens to paint the same old-storied dreams in a new light.
Even our romance reads went supernatural.
Even a dream-lover can be a werewolf-wizard king.
Because there's nothing more epic than the dream of love.
A culture's understanding of the definition of love writes its history.
Kings and Queens, Helen of Troy, your home life looks better than mine ways are the cause and continuation of every war.
Every story is a love story.
The denial of love makes a villain.
The physical actions to serve love make a hero.
This is not Valentine's Day Card thinking.
This is 'what life is truly about' thinking.
We don't have to be intimately involved with another to protect their right to intimacy.
Love isn't a foolish dream, it's the feeling we're living right.
We're winning at our life when we say we love and are loved.
Love your work. You win.
Love your partner. You win.
Love your friends. You win.
Love your dog. You win.
Loving yourself means making sure what's in your life, what you're loving, is loving you back in a way that feels like love to you.
Love is the body and soul harmonizing: "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Sometimes with an exclamation point, sometimes with a period, never with a question mark.
Serve your dream, thoughts, and feelings of love, and you serve yourself the opportunity for a successful life that you feel is successful.
Love isn't a mystery; it's right living.
How we treat what and who we have in our lives determines our opportunity to experience love.
More stuff, more money, more renown...
More of anything never brings success, unless it's more of what you love that returns your love.
A dog is an easy example.
I give Abe my love; love comes right back.
My work, too.
I give my words my love; love of reading them comes right back.
Simple.
Take care, recognize one thing you love that loves you back, call that feeling living right and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Art Right Now
2025.06.25
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Yo, yo, yo.
How's your flow?
Good to be read by you again. O/
Here we go.
On with our show...
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A slight breeze!
Heatwave breaks today.
Abe's glad for it, too.
He's been extra selective regarding his choice of which bunny or squirrel to chase from the yard.
Returned to some older posts late last night.
Been about a year since I committed to this daily.
It's become more conversational.
Esoteric entries and dragons at the start.
Dragons?
Dragons are for other stories of mine.
They hold a large and very important place in my dreamscape.
There's Gnome, Faeries, and other things personified seen in the pictures there, a kind of Wonderland full of tales.
Guess you'd call this entry hype, so far.
Though there's always the right title somewhere in lines.
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I hope this journal brings you some peace, some reflection.
It's easy to forget there's more about you than the reaction to all the flash presented to you on screens.
I love this Internet AI age; the whole world now runs on the shared written word.
Even all the software necessary to run every picture and video and text you view is based on written programming language.
So for a poet, or writer of any kind, now is a great time to be alive.
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I saw recently defunding of Art groups and institutions in our Country is occurring.
This is a tragic economic mistake.
With the speed of growth in technology, with the advent of AI, what we now call work is soon not to exist.
If it's jobs we're concerned about, defunding The Arts is going to leave us with an untrained workforce.
If the idea is Greatness, we're being set up for a downfall.
There's no blame in this other than limited scope of POV.
I can see it from where I sit.
Someone entrenched in the 'Right Now of Things' would not.
Factories and farm equipment are soon to run by the push of buttons by a few.
Millions are to be out of work if we don't act now.
There's a short boom.
Building the machines that are to make what so many of us do now unnecessary provides a lot of great temporary growth.
But in the aftermath millions are replaced with the push of a few buttons.
If we don't act now that whole population is set to be untrained.
Once we have the robotic tech the question to further our greatness comes with the work of deciding, imagining, dreaming, what to do with it.
A Nation full of trained Artists and Artisans takes the lead in the place of what is called the most successful Nation.
Limiting access to The Arts not only diminishes cultural enrichment, it effects the fabric of the economic health of our Nation.
Seen through this lens the actions to bolster The Arts in education and accessibility is crucial to the long term survival of our Country.
Take care, teach your children to dream well to secure their future job security, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Bah Humbug, Beautiful?
2025.05.11
Sunday, May 11, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
"Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy."
At least it will in an hour or so when it arrives.
Presumptuous?
Nah.
Prophetic, like the best poets are.
O/
Good to feed your read again.
Hope all is well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Another stronger day.
Health returns in waves.
Years worth of scars from illness and the side effects of the medicines that help heal them have been common companions every morning.
Fewer companions this morning.
The calm quiet of health grows loud.
Thank Heaven above for the miracles.
How's your Spring?
Sunshine blue sky state of mine?
Rainy... 'at least a lot of green growing things are being fed' optimism?
Bah humbug, Beautiful?
You got better things to do than look at the sky cranky checklist champion curmudgeon?
Get over it.
Ain't no use finishing your checklist if you don't enjoy the place.
To be a hero without a home for a hero's welcome makes for an unfinished story.
Don't leave your life in cliffhanger mode.
Set up that ending with a wonderful idea of home and head there.
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Sun's up now.
A few been with me a long time daydreams filled the last hour.
You have some, too.
I know you do.
Dreams that always feed your peace of mind.
Someday places put smiles on the faces of every passerby.
Make a practical step or two towards their reality today.
There's a reason they're there.
Did you ever think something divine put those dreams in you to see that you accomplish them?
I did. O/
I wrote it before, I'll write it again: Our dreams are not goals; our dreams are instruction manuals.
Follow them.
Spend some quiet time daydreaming to read them.
Translate them into a language called 'real.'
And get to the wonderful work of making wonderful days.
Like today.
Take care and make wonderful your wonderful day.