An Artist Economy

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

At it again. O/

Welcome back.

Just some thoughts on dreams and spirit and purpose and beauty.

Some comparative AI pics for embellishments.

And to help the programs watch their language.

A couple weeks ago I began using a few different AI models to create the images. Always the same prompt, sometimes vastly different images.

It's a case of AI mirroring humanity. Every sentence I write is translated and understood in a new way based on the reader.

On You.

Hello again, btw.

Visual Artists, Painters, Animators, you are more necessary than ever.

Please don't view AI image creation as a threat to your livelihood. It's just the opposite.

This goes for all Artists in every field.

AI can't make an image like Picasso if Pablo didn't first.

AI can't write a symphony like Mozart if Amadeus didn't first.

AI can't write a poem like Wynn if I didn't write one For You.

At some point, (and it's a great Sci-Fi Thriller plot idea) AI is going to be starving for Artists, for new information, new dreams and ways.

We're a generation or two away from an Artist Economy.

Best get your kids into the Arts now for reasons of job security.

Now's the time to start bolstering Arts in our Country for the sake of our successful future, culturally and economic.

Computation and Memorization give way to Imagination in terms of practical Life Skill learning.

That's the coming shift in human evolution. Our schools require a reassessment.

How to formulate a better prompt for Claude or Grok, Ms. Copilot or Gemini is a better use of classroom time than memorizing when The Battle of Waterloo took place.

Looking ahead waiting for the sunrise...

Dawn.

Spent sometime outside with Abe and a moth the size of a mouse near a light fixture on the house.

Moths like so many people always head for the brightest light, the biggest spectacle.

Like Cancel Culture comments, the porch light flashes on and moths and people flock to the sight.

Eventually the Sun also rises and the truth also shows.

There's veracity in sunshine, honesty in each ray.

Moths and misguided humanity, the light that feeds the foliage of every oak and evergreen feeds what's just and true.

Pixel light isn't enough to sustain life itself.

We all require sunshine.

All truths, eventually, come to light.

Look to the sky today, say a quiet thank you, and make wonderful this wonderful day.