I have never called myself an artist. In 2001, I decided to go down the path of becoming, if God accepted me in it. In 2004, I started this journey of learning art in a school for students who wanted to professionalize themselves in the panorama of artworld – it was different then – design was not considered part of art, art did not yet include design – but design comes before the artistic project.
I recently started working with AI, tried it out – I think it’s okay that we all accept it as part of our lives. I realized the creativity between me and Iart and I am playing with it.
Lately, I’ve been working almost exclusively on science and design, its environmental aspects—sustainability, economic design, and other ways of looking at the field. I didn’t say my past, early on, as an artist and developed ways in which I could be other things and use the skills and abilities of art in all of that – social studies was my way there on that road, and I loved it all, and I was a writer as a shoot that got me into the world of linguists, and I remember that I touched on that, and I remembered that, and I It was remembered, and I remembered it. Or a fashion designer… So I went into graphic design, I became an apprentice – late night drinking, psychedelia, beatniks, pop art, road trips and skinny dipping, it was my teenage years – it was really great, part of it all, some people know – it’s still huge, it’s still huge, for all of us.
Along the way, losing friends to diseases or drugs or suicide, has been a theme for the longest time, I’ve been moving on from the grief of it all – it’s been almost exclusively what’s been in my head, so it’s been a pleasure to focus on the art.
The blessings that God gives are never in vain, they are for a great reason and I will never see myself denying the right to happiness… We only deny ourselves to be happy later, in the voice of the quotidian.
It’s interesting to look at my graphic design path now, for me as an artist now, seeing that… I just learned to be myself.
It’s very interesting to see AI – I’m sure it’s completely impossible to do like others or even similar – we all have different ideas about how work should be, no one really wants to have this problem, stealing from others… everyone is different. I was looking at what art was.
Something that comes from me, in my hands, to a medium, and then it’s something… wow! I believed meraki was a Japanese word… but it’s Greek and that’s fine, whatever… thank God the word exists. How to steal Meraki? Impossible. Give me yours as a test – absolutely not, impossible. Ah
It is clearly the same in Ai…
I was trying to find myself in the infinite tapestry of who I am – which finally came to the case of being an actress when in reality “it’s all a process” – I have to point out, I got lost somewhere, came back to myself and: Wow! “What dofkhapenidtommyholyshet? Kiastri!”
I’ve never really lost my head – or had it separated from the rest of my body – it’s one thing, apparently, to lose one’s mind somewhere – but I really. No, it was a problem of reperco(r?)sions of pain and real effects of confusion, honestly – that’s what people call trauma. And finally, no one really noticed the change or did they? About all of them… well, I was very confused, maybe that. This year the Portuguese rapper released a song: Again this is a controversial issue. Hi la-ris. It really is.
The sheet fuses with the body—honestly, that’s right, so it’s one of those things that we can’t put into real fashion design work.
My majesty, somewhere God added a great quality to himself and when the moment came I got it. I’ve never seen myself as extraordinary or incredible, but you know what? Well, I was. I still am, thank God. It’s unknown what I did, so I started looking for it – it got lost in Sondar, the complicated life of people who are just passing through – like I didn’t see many people on the street today, who didn’t see me who did me, but seeing me, is the body of this concept, from where it finds the quality of the extravaganza. Even those that are close to us are hard to find, unless permission is granted. So, if it is allowed…
My majesty on this makeup—smoke, idea, and smoke, sage, my self-styled sage and sage self of me, archetype of my lover persona, anarcho archaic—interesting concept too, searching for that quality and finally finding its name, one has thought of it. In some languages, it exists. look Wow, human creativity, how transcendent.
I decided to go over the characteristics of anarchism, I had a moment of unstoppable laughter, I started “wagging my own dogs” and blamed the Nazis for the anarchonova(in)sevens, and now the belief in transhumanism associated with transgendered anarchists – so stupid. Uncontrollable tail-wagging is a sign of the pursuit and discovery of humor, only if you try to understand anarchism through the lens of the anarchonosaurus. Cue the laugh again.
Wow, life is beautiful.
Hint for good living: If you have a dog, come into your house and your tail isn’t wagging at them, that’s probably a crime you’ll have to deal with later.
So, I studied, I grew, I am now 1,80 m, which is also funny how I found out about it, I bought a Christmas tree and when I collected it, this is exactly my height – my ID card is still 1,58m – too high.
ok…
To be continued next time, just a show of my AI work in artistic ways.
Part 2, maybe.