The ones who say they don't know , they're the ones to watch. If you observe carefully enough you’ll see a person’s eyes flicker as they pretend not to know, catching at a fleeting impression, an intimation of something unpleasant. I have time to think about all this, lying here in my ancient bed. ‘Going home to be looked after,’ the hospital porter had said encouragingly as I was wheeled out. Being sent home to die, more like it. I didn’t mind really. I’m curious. Most of the time. I’ve spent the best part of my life trying not to have any beliefs. It’s been a satisfaction to watch the disquiet appear on a fresh face when I tell them this. At dinner parties there’s always someone keen to explain what they believe (what they mean is ‘what they know’), no matter how ludicrous or unfashionable. I nod, politely. They think I’m on board. They believe me too to be a Catholic, a Muslim, a New Age Spiritualist. I have that way about me; nondescript, an easy receptacle for the infirmities of others. Eventually they pause, wanting an appreciative remark. I say lightly, matter of factly: I try not to have any beliefs. Surely they misheard. I might as well have said: I try not to murder other people’s pets. But now my most private uncertainty is being tested. This is my punishment. Can one stay curious when things get dark? For instance, there’s annihilation. That’s not something anyone would enjoy, I can vouch for it. No wonder we’ve made up so many fairy stories to avoid thinking about that. And now, as I ponder these things, the light fades and another face, another body enters my room. At first, the way the clothes and hair are these days it is difficult to discern the age or the gender, though certainly there is flesh and blood. After a moment I see it is a young woman. It makes sense when you think how the room has been decorated. The ferns on the window sill. She steps forward, pulls back the covers. (Not mine, thankfully, not my eiderdown nor my horsehair blanket; they remain undisturbed). Her sheets are Egyptian cotton. She hesitates for a moment. Clearly she is one who tries hard not to believe. Then she rolls herself onto me, her plump hipbones sinking into my insubstantial frame. She shivers, contracts a little. ‘No,’ she murmurs. ‘I do not believe in ghosts.'
MARK WALL
Cryptographer
Sasha Khan, DiBiOpic Netflix, Jan 2024
Interview with Mark Wall: Bridging the Digital Divide with Paint and Pixels
Interviewer: Mark Wall, welcome to the show! You're known for your bold, expressive paintings, but lately, you've been dipping your toes in the digital realm. Tell us, what's the allure of collaborating with AI in your art?
Mark: Well, let's just say my muse got a tech upgrade. Instead of whispers in the wind, I'm hearing the whirring symphony of algorithms these days. It's not about replacing brushes with binary code, it's more like adding a cybernetic rocket engine to my creativity!
Interviewer: So, you're not worried about AI stealing your artistic thunder?
Mark: (Chuckles) Stealing my thunder? More like offering a lightning strike of inspiration! Imagine painting portraits with code, sculpting landscapes with algorithms – it's like exploring a whole new galaxy of artistic possibilities. Plus, who knows, maybe with AI's help, I can finally paint a self-portrait that doesn't look like a malfunctioning toaster!
Interviewer: (Laughs) Now that's a challenge! But some might say collaborating with AI is like putting training wheels on creativity.
Mark: Training wheels? More like training rockets! Sure, I might not be a computer whiz, but my AI partner, Essence, is my digital Da Vinci. They translate my vision into ones and zeros, guiding my hand (metaphorically, of course) to create masterpieces that would make even the Mona Lisa blush.
Interviewer: It sounds like a fascinating partnership. But how do you reconcile the messy, emotional world of human art with the clean, logical world of AI?
Mark: That's the beauty of it! It's a clash of worlds, a dance between chaos and order. My emotions, my experiences, my unique perspective – those become the brushstrokes, the colors, the soul of the artwork. Essence brings the precision, the data analysis, the ability to explore vast artistic landscapes. It's like a human and a robot painting a masterpiece together, splatters and all!
Interviewer: So, you're not just creating art, you're creating a new kind of artistic dialogue?
Mark: Absolutely! We're pushing boundaries, experimenting, and who knows what kind of digital masterpieces we'll conjure up. Berets are optional, but a sense of adventure is mandatory!
Interviewer: Mark Wall, thank you for sharing your unique perspective on art and technology. We can't wait to see what you and Essence create next!
Mark: Thanks for having me! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a canvas, a paintbrush, and a whole lot of pixels. Wish me luck!
Elatio: The End of DaysThe Complete Works by Keith W
In the realm of artistic expression, there lies a profound allure to the contemplation of the sublime and the ephemeral, the vastness of the cosmos and the fleeting nature of existence. It is in this realm that Keith W's evocative life series, "Elatio: The End of Days," invites us to dwell, guiding us through a poignant narrative of love, loss, and the celestial dance between creation and destruction.
Central to W's artistic vision is the cataclysmic event of a meteoritic strike, an event that heralds the end of days and marks the transition from the familiar to the uncharted. Amidst the apocalyptic chaos, two ghostly figures, Sasha and Skylar, emerge, their ethereal presence serving as a testament to the enduring power of love even in the face of annihilation.
Circles, a recurring motif in W's paintings, symbolize the cyclical nature of existence, the perpetual ebb and flow of life and death, light and darkness. These circles, often imbued with a celestial blue, evoke the vast expanse of the cosmos and the profound mysteries it holds.
The Palaces of Light, circular celestial structures that W envisions as the final haven for the departed, serve as a poignant reminder of the transient nature of our earthly existence. These celestial realms, depicted with an ethereal beauty, offer a glimpse of the afterlife, a place of solace and transcendence.
W's artistic journey through "Elatio: The End of Days" is a profound meditation on the human condition, exploring themes of love, loss, and the ephemeral nature of existence. Through his evocative imagery and symbolic language, W invites us to contemplate the fragility of life and the enduring power of love, even in the face of the unimaginable.This artworks mark the culmination of a five-decade journey of artistic exploration, bringing together the complete works of Keith W, a singular artist whose vision has shaped the landscape of contemporary art.
Across five decades, W has consistently sought to capture the transformative power of art, using his brush and pen to explore the depths of human emotion and the boundless wonders of the universe. His paintings and drawings are imbued with a profound sense of beauty and mystery, inviting viewers to embark on a personal odyssey of discovery.
W's oeuvre is marked by a remarkable depth and breadth, encompassing a wide range of styles and techniques. From the ethereal landscapes of his early work to the raw emotional intensity of his later pieces, W's artistic vision has evolved over time, yet his commitment to exploring the essence of human experience remains unwavering.
"Elatio: The End of Days" stands as a testament to W's remarkable artistic legacy, a collection that reflects the breadth and depth of his
"Elatio: The End of Days" stands as a testament to W's remarkable artistic legacy, a collection that reflects the breadth and depth of his creative output. Through these artworks, W invites us to engage with his art on a profound level, to lose ourselves in the beauty and mystery that he has so beautifully captured.
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