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Dreamy Art

One year when I was an elementary school age kid we went to the county fair. I don't remember why; it was my first time at a fair and the whole experience was a muddled rush as my mom tried to keep all of us together. On our way out of the fairgrounds I passed by an artist's booth. There was one painting of a forest waterfall spilling from earth into outer space that enchanted me (not that I had any money to buy anything.)

I saw it only for about thirty seconds, but for over 50 years that one painting has remained branded on my brain. I've looked for it everywhere, but never again found it. It inspired me to no end as a writer just thinking about it.

People have very little good to say about AI art, but one thing I've discovered is that it can put bring my memories to life. This is the first time I've seen anything close to what I remember, and I actually generated it with an internet search.

This is about as close as I can get to the original image in my head. There was more of a crack running down the center of the planet, and the water was actually spilling into outer space, but wow. I'm thrilled to see something that's this close to my memory.

As my manual dexterity declines I've often wondered how I will be able to create art in the future. Maybe with the help of AI I will still be able to -- my memories and imagination don't have arthritis. :)

Image credit: all the images in this post were generated by Deep Dream Generator.

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