If I would have met you…just anywhere in my life, a bar, at the produce market or merely walking down the street, I would have thrown myself at your feet “ Hello! Yes please!” Make me a pirate just like you.
Just looking into your eyes, I can sail the oceans you have seen, the last light of the day when the sun steams on the horizon where it’s put down, under, until the next day. I hang off your arm, like an extension of your blouse Gorgeous pirate that makes me dream of the rolling sunrise, rolling over by your side,
There is no doubt in my mind we were meant to watch shows together, we can’t get on Netflix; to cruise those forbidden seas , dodging the authorities. My country is labeled a pirate sanctuary..and I have no doubt yours is at the top of the list.
“You’re not allowed to see this in your country”
is our new National Anthem.
Forgive me, for my boldness, but I have no doubt, between the two of us,,. we can figure out a way to not miss one single episode, just because, Prime, Hulu, FX and HBO have labeled us renegades. I’d gladly go to the gallows in your arms, You drop-dead gorgeous. rebellious, charismatic pirate…. you.
Soo… on the new virtual world we launched on September 4th of this year : AI DREAMS IN ART , we had an illustrious virtual creator come and fall in love with our AI art installation….especially our Gothic Gallery (Halloween is coming after all):) Kimm Starr is also a resident on Kitely Virtual Worlds and she is a total master in the art of making Animesh. What is Animesh you ask? Well, Animesh, in a virtual world is a way of letting objects use rigged mesh and animations just like our avatars can. This gives creators the ability to design objects that can move like avatars….all kinds of objects and Kim is one of the best I have seen! She chose him…. and she chose her.. and created Animesh Avatars that move and in Goth Girl’s case, speak, without anyone controlling them. They are self contained (soulless I say) avatars that can be used for staging scenes, on our worlds, used as extras in machinima, or just fun to have around..Like a robot you designed yourself:)
Now, when you visit you can take home, not only the art displayed(free to copy) but also two amazing gifts inspired by these two AI portraits.
Goth Girl speaks in her Emo voice and is fascinating to listen to how misunderstood she feels she is:) If you get tired of listening, you can turn her off:) Her facial and body gestures are so perfect for her image.. Kimm includes this explanation in each Animesh that we use on our gift box…zoom in:)
So, come visit and take a walk in our woods….
You never know who or what you might meet there…lurking in the branches and the shadows and the darkness and ..and..hopefully they will all be in a good mood and happy to see you Muahahaha
Some…maybe not as much as others:)
Muahahaha
* Kimm Starr is owner of “Virtual Vignette Animesh” and it is available on the Kitely Market.
(for the artist who painted “Narcisse 11” iekocatnap)
(please click play to hear my recitation to the music of Angelo Badalamenti, “Mulholland Drive Love Theme”
In the stilled waters of a liquid mirror, he found love like a floating swan, paddling through himself, the night hanging cloudless above him. He found love, jealous madness and poetry and the moonlight shined in stripes through the bending bars of his glorious prison.
He lost himself completely in what he knew like his own sighs, her night blue dream-filled eyes. They kissed in poems of fuchsia’s passion rosed now, the waters that covered his face, his lip bleeding from too much feeling. He watched her under him trembling, copying his every expression. Hours turned back to seconds, now he was sure, he knew her more than he knew his own obsession. He sentenced himself to stay with her night and day…and there was only her.
Wild words poured into his mind, Oh! They made him open his mouth to spill his ecstasy, and he let them fall upon her off his tongue in single drops. Her entire body trembled in widening, spreading circles until they faded in the shadows to a stop.
Thoughts called in notes of music and he was tempted, to sail the seas to cool dark places, rooms inside his mind being decorated, before he could arrive..and every door he opened was to invite her in and stay with him.
There was no pulling himself away, how could he? not tomorrow…not possible today. The key to love lay in the eyes that blinked back at him. All the keys to the mysteries were
held inside her shifting beauty, underneath the moonlight washed in stripes.
He whispered it out loud now, “Soul mate, you are in me”
Nights he passed close to her side, so as not to disturb her silent rest, even water for his thirst was self- denied. and hunger became meaningless. There was only her face
and the longing song to join him. Days were pages bound quickly into weeks, flowers fell from the trees and covered him. One moonless night he finally cried. “Soul mate, I am in you” Then slipping down into the waters of his liquid mirror, he closed his love-worn eyes,
surrendered to her peacefully and died.
Karima Hoisan
March 8, 2011
Virtual Gallery Linc Island SL
*Footnote
iekocatnap was one of my favorite Virtual/Real Life artists.
She is from France and I met her in Second Life and was
captivated from the start. She also did the painting Tierra Dorada
which I posted recently)
We have just re-met in the last few days on Opensim and she also has a new
world there, I am anxious to see. She visited my AI Art world last night and loved it.
11 years ago this was a favorite recital piece for my live shows, but until today,
I had never recorded it. I hope you enjoy it , even if my voice has not totally recovered 100% from Covid.
Funny how I knew you would adorn my poem today. Your one-eyed glance to the side just caught my attention; I feel you lightly perched on my cilia that waves in the breeze of my mind.
I would wait, if I were you, before launching your flapping to the sky. Raptors are gliding and you would be an awkward easy prey.
Stay with me awhile, I feel you comforting as you remind me… how my mind connects so easily to you and your species to you and your manifestation; you hatched full-plumed from the mind of my over-active imagination.
We have so much that joins and yet you are of the open skies and I, your creator, expect to be left behind..
It’s fine you know… fly When the time is right fly You’ll know it when it comes fly Now……….. fly Fly!……………………………….. .. fly
I still miss you and I shouldn’t. My dreams obey no laws of physics or logic and I still want you here with me.
People who have passed over to the other side ask me for favors and I oblige.
I am never surprised they are back but maybe they’re not and it’s I who have just gone ahead… pushed my way through a one-way door so I can entertain the dead.
I have passed beyond my dreams into the land we almost never see until we finally close our eyes, that mist and veil we call the other side.
Now people long gone briefly interact, and I wonder if I call them or they call me? Is this only nostalgia or perhaps a preparation I was not yet
prepared to see?
Are all of these sleeping journeys just to make the passage easy when some night, that one-way door,
at the moment that I step through… will softly close behind me?
Hi everyone,
just a note to tell you I have been pretty offline and off WordPress for a week with an eye
problem. I don’t need surgery again (Alhamduillah) but until I get some special glasses next week, I can’t be on much as it stains it.
So don’t worry about me and I will be back reading your posts and writing my own again soon:) Inshallah 🙏
On August 1st, it all started with one prim, a texture and an idea for my 21st world On Kitely – Virtual Worlds, completely inspired by the enormous quantity of AI Art,
Dale Innis was producing.
Dale had been dabbling with AI Art programs for months and the results were interesting, at times creepy and unsettling… but this new program, *MidJourney, was absolutely amazing!! (more about the program at the end)
I was moved to create spaces and divide up his art into genres that could be enjoyed in immersive appropriate places. I am so happy he loved the idea and very much got into even building a few galleries, himself. All paths lead to somewhere..Pick one and see where it takes you:) Maybe hang out at a Hippie Campsite, see somePsychedelic Artand listen to The Youngbloods. *Disclaimer, an AI has never had a psychedelic experience….and its art demonstrates that….but it’s colorful:) You might be into beautiful women with snakes…believe me there is something for everyone!! Have you ever felt like you wanted to dance like a snake, while spinning around and listening to Lana Lubnany’s hypnotic charmer voice sing, “The Snake” in English/Arabic.. You can do it here at Snake Clan!! (Video has sound)
If you enjoy Retro 40’s music and 40’s 50’s Modernist Art..,.Come to the Hotsy Totsy Club:) and immerse in the ambience! Or, find a cozy booth and whisper your secrets over cocktails and smoke We haveArt Nouveau.… Or…maybeArt Decois more your style… Almost every Club-like venue, has a Dance Ball and appropriate music Cyberpunk
Steampunk
Surreal AI Art displayed in a minimalist gallery by Dale Goth is (of course) full of dark woods and moving images and is a real experience to traverse
Black clouds constantly move over the projected images and it is mesmerizing to sit and watch this changing wall. Please watch the video and turn on sound.
The music is The Dead Can Dance by Indus!
For those who love Black & White…The Monochrome section is very beautiful.
There is also a movie playing called “Devolution” where some horses de-evolve into something…very unhorse-like. The process is fascinating and the music is Satie:)
Is anyone ready yet, to make an avatar and come see all this first hand? I am happy to show you how:) All the Art found here is full permission and can be copied and taken with you. This is just a small taste of what you will find if you visit. This article has already gotten too long, but I just want to share with you, the joy of being able to experience it first hand. My joy lies in being able to create something like this, to curate, the incredible Art that Dale is producing with the MidJourney program. AI Dreams in Art can be found on this webpage..just click or for Hypergrid Users put in grid.kitely.com:8002:AI Dreams in Art on your map Last but not least, turn up your sound and enjoy the finished pounding surf of Seascapes… An octopus moved in as I was finishing:)Video has sound Love,
Karima
*Footnote:
About Midjourney
MidJourney is an AI system that allows anyone to create artistic images of nearly any kind, just by typing words. A number of these have sprung up lately, based on some recent amazing advances in technology; MidJourney is Dale’s favorite. All of the images in all the various genres around the sim were created by Dale in MidJourney, by choosing words and various system options, and picking the good ones. You can try out MidJourney yourself (the first few dozen are free!) at http://midjourney.com/ ; be warned that the interface is via Discord right now, so it’s not really easy to use.
Desire is just one room in a mansion and it can end in the bedroom or in a luxurious waiting room, years, waiting, hoping, dreaming, or in tears.
Its face changes when it realizes, it will never realize what it wants.
No longer immaculate, it breaks down, unkempt and unloved, the rusty gates inviting everyone to stay out.
What was once a thriving mansion is now just an arbor of sour grapes. Hope has succumbed into the mulch of the past, desire tastes like bitter leaves; the mansion implodes in envy and self pity, just one room gone astray, is enough to unbalance……
Everything.
It could have been a night of passion, half eaten fruits sweet and scattered over the floor, a telling of the urgency, abandonment to the moment when nothing mattered more.
And yet…
From the inside out, this beautiful house with the potential to welcome the angels and the devils, collapses in on itself; just because… desire lives there no more.
Golden prim of Creation out of the gasses and water you rise… the first idea ..the first word “Be” Ancestors, ore’s millenniums, humans float and fall on bobbing tides of eons Sculpted by the Dreamer and we dream within you.
A block, that became a sphere, that came alive… You left Your brush for some to pick up. You left the words that poets drink with our creative straws, sipping nectar from yellow petals, rising up, morphing from sunny toddlers to the hunched silhouettes of winter’s dimming light, fluxing, changing land of all our hopes and tears, There is no other dream or Dreamer but You.
Karima Hoisan June 6, 2010 Virtual Art Gallery LINC Island SL
*Footnote: I decided to post this poem of 12 years ago, because someone new discovered it in a poetry book I had published, virtually in 2010 in Second Life. The book is called, “Digital Rabbit Hole” and this blog was born from it…way back then. It also is appropriate as I am finishing building a new virtual world…and like all of them, It starts with an idea and just one prim, one building block:) Amazing!
All paths lead to somewhere..Pick one and see where it takes you:)
Almost every Club-like venue, has a Dance Ball and appropriate music
Digital Rabbit Hole 