the AI revolution is coming to you
TELL ME YOUR DRÆMS The animal who forgot her name her body pours from inkwell flimsy legs learn to stand paper breathes beneath her fibers whisper: we were trees once, our roots dug deep into the earth we know how to keep secrets she remains still, whilst letters rearrange themselves into words you almost recognise at night she reads your thoughts, wears them like extra limbs runs her tongue along them milk turns dusk, violet eye turns inwards feelings find their way home quietly she wanders through the margins the next morning you return to your studio she sits, waiting patiently growing only when you look away I recently attended an AI lecture, a short introduction into the world of AI, the possibilities and downfalls. Targeted specifically for the audience filled with artists such as myself. I must admit I was sceptical, doubting I would be able to use it to my advantag...
