AI Dreams in Art is Here!!

Posted on September 4, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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 some Psychedelic Art and listen
to The Youngbloods.
*Disclaimer, an AI has never had a psychedelic experience….and its art demonstrates that….but it’s colorful:)
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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!
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We have Art Nouveau.…
Or…maybe Art Deco is more your style…
Almost every Club-like venue, has a Dance Ball and appropriate music
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Steampunk
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Surreal AI Art  displayed in a minimalist gallery by Dale
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Goth is (of course) full of dark woods and moving images and is a real experience to traverse
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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!

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For those who love Black & White…The Monochrome section is very beautiful.

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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:)Snapshot_001

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.

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Arbor of Sour Grapes

Posted on September 2, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Please click play to hear me recite the poem.

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.

Karima Hoisan
Sept. 2, 2022
Costa Rica

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Tierra Dorada – Golden Land

Posted on September 1, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Tierra Dorada
(for ieko Catnap the artist)

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!

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So Simple

Posted on August 22, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

So Simple

I still can remember the night I was shown the meaning of Life
(it’s not something to be forgotten)
In awe, my whole conscious mind
now suspended in space,
I looked down upon the spheres
spinning below me and said out loud…
“So that’s what it’s all about…it’s so simple.”
“So simple.”
I understood it all in a raging second of illumination
and then the words to describe what I saw
faded away like a lifting fog and this Truth
I was shown, would be forever out of my reach,
forever beyond my language to explain what I had seen.

The next day, the sun made the trees
bend and wave on my wall.
In a shadow movie of branches and leaves
I knew I was almost grasping that Truth
that I saw the night before.
Still so beyond my reach..
and to this day….
this Truth remains beyond words and syntax.
But today, years and years later,
the dance of Nature, on a wall of my room,
reminds me that I once knew
the why and what of Life..
and that it was perfect
and perfectly simple.

Karima Hoisan
August 22, 2022
Costa Rica

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Slave For My Muse

Posted on August 7, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Slave For My Muse

Who’s in control here?
Well we both know…you are.
I give up my sleep, start my day
without even a cup of coffee.
Only for you, do I do the things I do.

You tell me you want music,
and I am expected to produce it.
Give me a chance to learn how,
I make a losing plea for time
but you want it now..
or better yesterday.
I am burning the midnight oil,
to learn to line up those loops
sweating in my Garage Band…
until I get it right.

I wait, holding my breath as you listen,
but even though you never say a word,
your smile tells me you’re pleased.
I sway along side to side,
like an elephant caravan
Now we’re going somewhere.

You want me to make a new world,
rolling up my sleeves,
I give it my best.
New poem now, even though the world
is just starting to take solid form,
You feel a new poem,
maybe dedicated to you.
might just be the thing for this moment.
Well I am grateful for the pretty music
you found for me.
Putting it on a loop, I write and write.
“Yes Mistress, I’m working on it”
After all, I live to serve you.”

Karima Hoisan
August 7, 2022
Costa Rica

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“AI Dreams in Art” My 21st VR World in Gestation

Posted on August 5, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

Dale Innis, my collaborator of many worlds and projects has been playing with AI Art programs for some time. Quite a few paintings, he has turned out, have inspired my poetry, but lately he has been working with a program called Midjourney and it is a real game changer.

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           Art Deco Cats or High End Alien Fashion and everything in between!!
I am building a new world, “AI Dreams in Art” to curate his many genres of fascinating digital
paintings!!. We have just begun..but here are some previews to what it’s starting to look like.
All paintings will be free to those who visit the world. They can take any home with them to decorate their virtual abodes, businesses and worlds. “Sharing is Caring”

Stormy Seascapes in a Storm:)  Sit and Immerse yourselves! *The Video has Sound
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This beautiful building was being given away at Opensim Fest by Luna Lunaria (Who made the Egyptian build in my video “Flowers of the Nile”  It’s perfect for a two-story AI Art Gallery
All images are modify and can be re-sized. We have just begun… What fun!!
Will make another post when it’s finished… but I might be a bit slow catching up with everyone until then!

 

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Truth and Time

Posted on July 30, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Truth and Time

Plummet straight down into everything
that has made you cry.
Descend into each time you laughed so hard
tears fell happily from your eyes.
Let yourself fall into what has been your life
so far up to this point.
Feel that adrenaline as you just let go…
Like a runaway elevator,
Your own moving picture show.

Would you change anything or change it all
if you had that power?
Or do you see the weave how it all threads together
If you loosen just one… all apart,  it will fall?
Even the bitter times were made sweet in the end,
The hopeless, did not stay forever and at your door,
a smiling face asked to come in.
Will you be happy with the scenes that flood your mind,
on the day you surrender to Truth and Time?

Karima Hoisan
July 30th 2022
Costa Rica

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My Guest Post on Blogspot About Collaboration

Posted on July 25, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

Please click this link to read the original: My thanks to Thirza Ember of HG Safari for inviting me to participate.
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Lone Rider

Posted on July 21, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Please click to listen to me recite the poem to its music:)


Lone Rider

I’m looking for the song to find the words to start this poem
I have felt it wanting to come alive for days
but without the music the changes in the notes,
I know the words will hide themselves from me
leaving but a feeling that remains unexpressed.

How you marveled at my process,
that without music, I could not write a word..
Somehow the music frees the horses
from their paddocks and allows
them to gallop across the page..
and I am on top, the rider
with the melody flowing thru my mind
I am the singing cowboy of nostalgia
rhythmic hooves pounding out
every beat of my heart.

And to the music it does flow…

I know, none of us are ever -after.
Our songs end sometimes before
we’ve gotten to the bridge,
So I am left to remember you, as I wish to
and this is the one that breaks my heart
when I know I will never see you again.

Your many lives, your other selves
were never part of you and me,
I miss the one who rode tight by my side
through laughter and uncertainty,
the one who created magic so seamlessly
and brought joy to countless others,
we would never get to know or see.

As I set out alone, knowing I will never find
another to replace you…
knowing I am no longer two but one, on my own,
I miss that avatar, who brainstormed with me
and made it all look so smooth and easy,
That is the one that still haunts me in my dreams,
Natascha, you, my creative twin, now separated
from me and the living life… by death’s transparent veil.

Karima Hoisan
July 21, 2022
Costa Rica

 

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A Train of Ghouls Going to Hell

Posted on July 17, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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A Train of Ghouls going to Hell

A train of ghouls on their way to Hell
were questioning their fate…
“Who made us ghouls anyway?
Did our Creator make some mistake..?”

One reached over and asked the other
If he had enjoyed his ghoulish ways?
Was anything close to worth it
To pay like this at the end of days?

“Well shape-shifting was pretty nice,
I could be anything or anyone I ate.”
“One time I ate a fly, but truly by accident
On a wall, I heard plans for an Apple Update.”
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“I was sick of lunching on corpses
and always afraid of losing my head.
I could never enjoy a bit of sunlight
I was just half alive but mostly half dead.”

“Does anyone wonder how we all died together?
It seems a coincidence we did the same day,
and who chopped off our noggins in unison
and who put us on this train to begin with, anyway?”

Then the conductor came through their car
“Tickets to Hell please” He stopped, making sure they had paid.
“Oh I don’t have a ticket,” “Nor do I,” each exclaimed,
Thrown off at the next stop, they kissed their fate,  giggling, they ghouled away.

Karima Hoisan
July 17th 2022
Costa Rica

*Footnote: Don’t ask:)  but my muse made me write down the title phrase a week ago:)

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