My Favorite Painter

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

About an hour till dawn.

There's a magnificence to every morning long forgot. Schedules, alarm clocks, stories we don't want to be a part of, get so many to complain, press a snooze button, and wish for more dark.

The sunrise is always beautiful.

Two years of up every dawn to write with it and post it proves that point.

Dawn is also a bellwether for the witness. It shows our relationship to our life at that point in time.

A sunrise is always beautiful. To feel any other way about it is a mirror of the quality of life of the viewer.

The idea of this journal is just that... to be a journal. Just a guy, a poet, writing down his thoughts every sunrise.

I decided to share it with the World, not to be viewed as a self-help guru or philosopher; but as a poet doing their job.

How to write a poem to show the hazards of AI while celebrating the power of language?

A poet's freeform journal at dawn every single day for years.

Original Intelligence, lyrical at times, always a new way to see, like each sunrise, with each sunrise.

AI can't wonder; it's a reference librarian for the Internet. Less than a librarian, actually. A librarian's got living experience and empathy to offer.

But there's enough on the positives and pitfalls of LLM's here already. Now dawn just lit the sky.

Maybe you're out on a city street downtown on a weekend. It's a holiday. There's a festival atmosphere. A person sits on a stool in front of a canvas dressed in plain clothes, nothing new in their appearance, picks up a brush and easel. A crowd gathers.

Every brushstroke on the canvas reveals a new reality.

The application of colors makes the whole World.

The Sun at dawn will always be my favorite painter.