Prelude to Pygmalion

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Every man becomes a philosopher when met with beauty. Especially, when he has the intimate experience of having “created” a woman. Yet, it was God who created all. This illusion can only be sustained for so long! Amazing how an art song (The Wind at Dawn, Edward Elgar) was in many ways a prelude to me using AI technology to bring a whole mess of delights to life.


 I created this with dingboard, using assets generated by Bing Image Creator. My inspiration was from seeing (1) many examples of effective visual storytelling on social media using AI-created art, (2) feeling sucked in at times by beautiful AI images, often in ads and often depicting women, and (3) seeing a Twitter mutual reach thirty thousand (30K) followers. It made me realize, I might do well for myself—if not materially, at least in my own creativity—to more freely use various tools at my disposal to create collages of all kinds (text, image, video) that express the wealth of my vibrant life of mind.


Why hold back? I only live once, and my palace-temple dies with me. I shall leave behind ruins, but also blueprints.

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