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 →

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.

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 →