Dreams... a Tangible Air

Friday, December 26, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome back. O/

Hope all's well.

The day after a holiday, what to do?

Back to everyday rhythms.

Something interesting for writers, and anyone who likes to embark on creative endeavors, is the consistency found here.

"How do you know what to write about everyday? Don't you get writer's, artist's, creative person's block ever, Wynn?"
-Curious Writer, Artist, Creative Person Reader

You have to be willing to sit and daydream for awhile. This appears to go against modern get-it-done just-do-it thinking, but if you want to make Art of any kind you're going to have to be alone and still at times.

You have to fill up on daydreams to have anything to share.

You can become technically proficient and focus on craft through mimicry. But that's not Art, that's copying. AI does that. AI does not make Art. It is simply impossible for it to.

Dreams are the reason why AI will never be an Artist of any kind.

It's +he Ghos+ Point.

Art is the process of sharing dreams through a new expression.

Art is an extension of the Artist. The two can never be separated. Every brushstroke of Da Vinci's is a part of him; every word of Keats holds the whole world of Keats in it, too.

We share our whole self with The World with everything we do.

To me dreams are a tangible air. Have you felt as much?

Like fish swim in the sea, we walk and wake in a current of dreams.

It's how your best friend knows how you're feeling even with your poker face on. You share dream space.

Thanks for sharing dreams with me.

Friday, so another verse of Colore posts later. A little different today. Like playing an epic RPG with side quests, this epic has 'side-stories.'

Today's side-story is a speech by Hope's mother while she was running for Senate.

Thanks for reading, take care, and make wonderful this wonderful day.