THE GARDEN OF OTHERWORLDLY DELIGHTS

When I was still in grammar school I noticed that some of my fellow students, girls, were making drawings reminiscent of fashion illustrations. It was an art style I at that time could not quite understand. Angular stylizations, certain specific colour palettes. Now I find myself watching animations by someone on Facebook who probably started off that way.
And actually very much enjoying the catwalkish aspect.

Yes, I know that AI is involved. No matter.
Sometimes the visuals are striking.
A different universe.


Also, a very New Yorkish vibe.
[Though I think she's in So. Cal.]


For myself, I don't do AI. Not because I necessarily oppose it, but I'm clumsy in that regard. And old fuddy duddy. My own intelligence is artificial enough, and partly fuelled by caffeine. Mental data sets get cocktail mixed together. But I can't manage palette coordination or a look that is both unified and stylistically hangs together.

To put it bluntly, I don't have the eye.
But actually, here it is.

The eye.

BORG CLAMDROID

This was inspired by the work of Kelly Eldridge Boesch. An ambulatory robot mollusc looking directly at you, as if to ask "what are you doing on my planet?" It reminds me simultaneously of science fiction magazine covers and seafood banquets. I did some tweaking.
The fractured sky is very derivative.

Altogether something Pieter Brueghel would appreciate.

Years ago, after a four and half hour trainjourney from Amsterdam to Antwerp, my apartment mate was pooped. Extremely low blood sugar, and very grumpy. So I dragged her into a likely restaurant and for the next two hours we feasted on fresh seafoods. On the journey back to Amsterdam, she just would not shut up about how superior the Belgians were to us Dutch, absolute geniuses, masters of the table, hah, the Dutch were in comparison a bunch of punters, rank amateurs, good lord the Belgians were fine people, the absolute apex of civilization! It made slogging around Europe finally worth while!

There are no scary shellfish in Antwerp.



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