Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.
my autism and a toxic career choice
Author: Leslee Hare
I love to draw, paint, write, and think about things that make my head swim...
your ashes
Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world
saturday’s thoughts on ai-generated art
Out-arted by AI A couple of weeks ago I saw several artists spewing vitriol on an acquaintance's post because it was illustrated with an AI-generated image. As an artist, I can understand their frustration. But those artists-against-AI-art rants leave me shrugging and shaking my head. To specify, I’m writing about situations when AI-generated art is … Continue reading saturday’s thoughts on ai-generated art
autism and intuition
One characteristic that played a key role in my Autism diagnosis is my "vibrant inner life." And I find imagination and intuition to be closely related, if not conjoined at the birth of awareness.
the hazards of not knowing the mind
The impact of Mom's death - the sudden absence of a person who's always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
New visions of Abiquor center of light.
I’m delighted to see Lisa’s image of Abiquor!
I’m also in the process of reconnecting gradually and gently with this aspect of myself and my friends. It’s comforting in these days.
Some time has passed by but Abiquor has still been in my mind, sparked by Leslee. I thought it was time to revisit these visions of Abiquor again and updated them through the help of an AI to shape what Abiquor might look like now. There is so much spiritual growth going on, not only personal but on world and cosmic level. Seeing these visions through the AI interpretation made me feel closer to Abiquor. One of the special spaceports within Abiquor is under construction, as it is a bit complicated. Please tell me what you feel when you see these images,see all of them here Abiquor center of Light.
Wish you all the love, Lisa
the last thing i could bring you
The last thing I could bring you. Photo by Leslee Hare The last thing I could bring you wilted before you left. You smiled and I cried even though I still believed that you’d be coming home. Soon. I didn’t know flowers were not allowed inside the MICU. I’m glad I didn’t care and relieved … Continue reading the last thing i could bring you
where i’ve been; where i want to be.
Today’s subconscious sketching result.
progress!
I finally accomplished clearing off my work table today! It's taken six months, slowed by a lot of tumult, but I'm ready to paint. I gave up 12" of counter space in hopes of keeping Prissy off of my work... who am I kidding. Off course she leapt straight onto the table from on high. … Continue reading progress!
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