Metaphor the Sky

Monday, November 10, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome back. O/

Quiet. A little background music, no words.

An airplane overhead.

Light highway traffic pre-Monday morning commute.

Even the dog isn't snoring.

About an hour till sunrise.

Hope all's well with you.

On with our show...

The words are the important thing.

Period.

Even in regards to the AI images: They're about the words used to create them. See the "Same Prompt" located at the end of posts.

Do the pictures match? Check for yourself.

As Wonderfell grows the AI pictures will be replaced by work from Artists.

A gallery of sorts, with links on how to reach them of course.

A new Artist everyday... 365 new galleries a year... happy to help.

Want to go Art shopping? Eventually, you'll come to Wonderfell for it.

Practical Monday morning thoughts.

Gaining some solidarity for the American Art Community is a goal here.

Art, in America, from music to the fine arts, and literature, has been a transient thing, a shapeless protean form.

To be a Great Civilization you have to have a well-defined Artistic Way.

Think Italian Renaissance and Greek Mythology for examples.

We've had Art movements, but no distinctly defining style.

Time to change that.

Eclectic Rock and Rap Pop Fantasia so far.

Sun's up now, misty morning dew, soft grey to white lifts from the horizon.

Pick a wild metaphor to describe your sky.

Text it to a friend.

They like when you're weird.

Thought you should know.

A good phrase to end a weird text message metaphorical description of the sky to your friend...

"The Mothership armada spacecrafts are coughing out billows of exhaust over the golden Autumn horizon at dawn... thought you should know. 😄👍"

All Life contains the possibility of wonder.

Thought you should know.

Take care, metaphor the sky, and make wonderful this wonderful day.