The dying Art.


It struck me the other day as I was finishing up a painting that my four year old grandson (who loves drawing) must think that “everyone” creates art. After all, he lives in a household where his mother paints and draws, his father draws and his grandmother paints and creates in a variety of different mediums.

How strange it will be for him, now that he has started school, to discover that not everyone creates art, or even WANTS to create art.

Almost on a daily basis we tell him what an amazing artist he is, constantly nurturing that part of him because we hope that in his future it will be a comfort to him. Something that as a very sensitive empathic child he will no doubt find solace in – like many of us have done for years.

But will he?

Will he still WANT to turn to his art in the future at the very least for self fulfilment? For therapy, like so many of us have done all our lives?

Art relaxes my busy brain. Takes me off into a zone where I no longer overthink and drive myself crazy. It IS my therapy. Without it I quickly become anxious and depressed. Am I addicted? You bet. It’s not my drug, but my medicine.

But how quickly has everything changed.

In the span of about four years AI has destroyed so much for artists ,and not just artists – (your turn is coming)….Artists just happened to be the tip of the iceberg.

If you go looking for an art group to join on Facebook for example, which USED to be a bustling place where tens of thousands of different art communities thrived, overflowing with eager participants who came together to connect, help each other, encourage and inspire one another… Now, these groups are literal online ghost towns.

You can almost hear the clack of your own typing, the crackle of your scrolling as you take a look around to find the odd post here and there with one or two likes, perhaps if you’re lucky a banal comment – “Love it.”

And worse, you are more likely to stumble into a group that is pretending to be an “Art” group, but really it’s just a bunch of AI prompters parading themselves as actual artists by participating in generative AI to make the billions of images that have now drowned out the REAL art of the world.

Artists are dying, and not a slow agonising death, but a swift and bitter one.

It honestly feels to me like artists online have retreated en masse.

I don’t blame them one bit. To have had all their art stolen from them and fed into “the machine” in order for AI to learn how to mash it up and spit it out at the direction of those masquerading now as the “New artists of the AI world.” Yeah, it’s not surprising that people have stopped posting.

I wonder also though if they have also stopped creating, or if creatives world wide are still furtively scribbling away in dark corners in their rooms just because “they have to” – because like me it is their medicine.

Do they, like me, peer out of their windows at two in the morning and with some reluctance put down the pen or pencil or brushes, with a sigh crawl in between the sheets knowing that sleep must come, that tomorrow brings the excitement of putting in those finishing touches…

I want my grandson to know those feelings. The “getting lost” in it. The excitement of seeing something in your head spill out onto the page. An intangible thing suddenly brought to life by your hand. The endless hours of staring at the thing, asking it what it needs, what it wants from you… The blur of the art being from you to the art being it’s own self. That mysterious journey you somehow take together. I so want him to experience that.

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I’m mad at the world.


The other day my husband and I were in the car and he commented as we passed an elderly woman walking her dog “Gosh, everyone around here looks so crabby.”

I said. “No, that’s just how you end up looking when you age. You’ll look like that too soon enough.”

Part of it is just gravity, but I think for some of us, a huge part is just life itself.

Life is already making me feel crabby and I’m 57.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s just the fact that I am getting older now…Is this just a resistance to change mentality setting in? Did the people who saw the invention of the motor car rant and rave as I do sometimes?

“What do they think they’re doing? Have they really thought through the repercussions of this on the world? Why is this being thrust upon us….we did just fine with the horse and cart!”

Am I just being a stuck in the mud, stubborn old git about something that ten or twenty years down the track is not going to even be given a single thought?

Why should I care anyway? It’s not as though I have oodles of decades left.

But then I look at my children, and my children’s children and I just feel so damn sad for them.

I worry about the kind of world that lies ahead.

A world where so much already is difficult to decipher between authentic and fake.

Where exactly is AI going to take us?

Will there even be any place in the world left for the true creatives?

I watch my little grandson sit with his drawing book, head bowed as he concentrates at drawing the things that live inside his head. The intense focus he has when they are being born….as they take shape on the blank piece of paper until finally their true selves are revealed in all of their glorious imperfection. Rocket ships with grinning faces, fairies floating with giant wands like boulders and magical staircases leading to mysterious floating doors. He is only four but already his mind is awash with so many imaginary creatures and places.

Had he been born twenty years ago I wouldn’t have even questioned his future. A true artist of that there is no doubt. Whether it be with writing or illustration or even music, this child, like so many others, was born to create.

But now? With AI replacing so many jobs that creative people have always been a part of ? This huge change taking place right now where artists of all kinds are being essentially “replaced” by programs that have stolen all the inspiration and talent of decades of hard working artists.

It’s just so damn unfair and unjust, and the future looming ahead looks grim for all of those with frolicking fairies and smiling rocket ships dancing in their heads.

It’s not just the creative aspect with AI that I think about, but what about all the other jobs that are being lost? Everything is being automated. Machines are becoming more and more a part of our world.

Self check outs in the supermarkets, self check ins in the airports. People are being replaced very quickly and with the rate that technology is advancing how many more aspects of our lives will be affected?

Just recently at my doctors surgery there was a notice telling people that their information was being fed into an AI system and that they had a choice as to whether that wanted to allow this or not. I presume it’s part of how doctors will now be able to just get AI to make summaries/medical notes of their patients visits…to save time? I mean this is a good thing I guess? The doctor can get to see more patients instead of being bogged down by paperwork? But how much further will it go? Is this going to somehow be entered into the AI data bases to help it be eventually used as a medical diagnostic tool….? Will we soon be visiting AI “doctors” ?

The scary reality is how quickly AI technology has been embraced. How it has been slipped into our lives so unobtrusively and where exactly is it all going to lead?

First it was a bit of fun in the creative sense, to now Chat gtp being utilised in many day to day tasks for businesses, to normal every day people using it to ask for information, to asking AI for advice, for friendship, and even therapy. It has just become so commonplace that nobody bats an eyelid anymore at this new technology.

I wonder about how many other ways it will infiltrate into our lives. Will it become like the mobile phone has – an intricate part of so many peoples daily lives. An essential tool that society cannot do without?

People just don’t seem to be willing to use their own minds anymore.

“Ask Chat GTP”. How many times have you heard or read (or said) that?

It can write an essay for you, paint a picture, tell you what to eat for dinner, show you step by step how to organise your pantry. It is literally limitless in what it can do for you.

But what are we all losing in the process?

What about the children growing up now….like my grandkids?

How much is this going to affect how they use their brains in the years to come?

What will become of their creativity, of their critical thinking skills, of their social skills…..?

I’m mad at the world, and I find myself shouting. (mostly inside my head)

“”What do they think they’re doing? Have they really thought through the repercussions of this on the world? Why is this being thrust upon us?”

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What America has become…


I used to admire America, a place of power and influence on the world where cities shone with towering skyscrapers signalling an empire of admirable progress in so many ways – business, science, technology, medicine…

With a long and colourful history, a nation proudly built upon by the help of various migrants the US seemed like such a fascinating place with a steadfast determination to succeed in its advancements and become a place the rest of the world could only dream of.

Twenty six years ago when I first visited the US, coming from Australia, I was blown away by the richness of diversity.

It was the first thing that hit me upon arriving in LA – all the different ethnicities and how beautiful that seemed to me, to see so many mixes of races all in one place.

It felt like I was exploring a giant movie set, with all the iconic locations I’d seen thousands of times in Hollywood movies.

The surrealness of seeing the steam coming out of vents in NYC, the giant neon flashing billboards in Times Square. The statue of Liberty, and the White House…

I saw (later on a subsequent trip) how the Amish lived and loved that. Going back to basics.

I saw the staunchness of Christian religion in America and even though I am not religious myself, they carried messages of seemingly good values.

I experienced kindness, and graciousness and met some amazing women that I’d made friends with online.

In awe of it all I could only think – “Wow, America!”

This place in my wildest imagination that I never thought I’d visit, and then I was THERE and it was incredible.

I didn’t realise, in my youthful naivety that underneath the glitz and glamour there had always been such potentially destructive division festering. Race, political ideology, religion, class, misogyny…

Slowly but surely over the following years I saw the onion layers being peeled back, not just regarding America, but other western countries, revealing a whole different side to how I used to regard the illusion that I once had about the western world seemingly being such a good, safe, reliable place.

Coincidentally my naivety was shattered not long after, when 9/11 happened.

That moment in time began the unravelling of how I perceived the world in general.

But still, the US, compared to a lot of other countries seemed to me to be a place of good intention.

Trustworthy. Reliable. Like a parent you could look up to.

Safe.

Then the mass shootings started.

Had they always been there but I’d never noticed?

Was there a defining moment when I did ?

I was waking up to the not so perfect façade of America.

Discovering the ugly side.

I began lose my respect, when with each tragic mass shooting nothing changed.

An intelligent society learns from its mistakes. Strives to do better.

America did not and has not.

A progressive society analyses the present, predicts and looks to the future, not back on archaic amendments that had no bearing on a world set in a completely new technological era.

The US now experiences hundreds of mass shootings a year, and nothing…not a damn thing changes. Ever.

I am heartbroken, absolutely heartbroken with the knowledge that maybe tomorrow someone else’s innocent precious little baby will not be coming home from school, alive.

Someone’s husband, wife, mother, won’t make it home.

I am sick to my stomach at this one subject alone.

Today there is a man, the most powerful man in the world who oversees America.

How he got there is beyond all comprehensible rational thought. That millions of people actually “wanted” this to happen.

Wanted HIM, of all the people, to become their leader – twice.

A person who has publicly mocked disabled people.

Has spoken disrespectfully about military veterans.

Has made racist comments about many other cultures calling some countries “shit hole countries.”

Has spread race hate openly, in order to rile up his followers and fuel his inhumane and deeply cruel immigration agenda.

Is deeply misogynistic and has been charged with sexual assault.

Has been charged with multiple counts of business fraud.

Is a man who became the first former American president to be convicted of felony crimes when a New York jury found him guilty of all 34 charges in a scheme to illegally influence the 2016 election through a hush money payment to a porn star.

Was best friends for over ten years with one of America’s most notorious pedophile sex traffickers. (and still to this day refuses to release all the Epstein files.)

Lied about the devastating extent of Covid, and caused such confusion and division during his first term that ultimately led countless deaths due to his incompetence as a leader.

A man who suggested ingesting bleach to get rid of Covid.

A man who has praised numerous dictators of the world. Has talked affectionately about “love letters” from Kim Jong Un. Has expressed admiration many times for Vladimir Putin. Has talked proudly about Viktor Orbán being such a “strong” leader. Called President Xi “A brilliant man.”

A man who has defended white nationalist protesters and had Nick Fuentes- a white supremacist over for dinner.

Backs the NRA and refuses to do anything regarding gun laws, and in fact has walked back several common sense laws, including freezing a rule that prohibits people with severe mental illness from obtaining a firearm. Ironic that two people have tried, purportedly, to shoot Trump.

A man who praises violence, openly encourages violence, and in front of the world’s eyes incited a violent insurrection to try to stop the progress of an election – which he lost, from going forward.

I could go on….but that was even before people decided “Yes, that’s the man I want – for a second time.

The person who stands before the world and reflects the core values of America.

What is happening right now in 2025 is even more shocking.

Yet the people who elected Trump say, “It’s Trump derangement syndrome.”

The derangement I see are those wearing red Maga hats openly symbolising what inevitably history will look back on to be determined “a mass brainwashing.”

This morning I woke to see a news article about a new detention centre being opened in Florida.

Workers were erecting a huge sign saying “Alligator Alcatraz”.

I double checked to see if this is true and it is.

This is really happening.

If the cruelty of the outrageous ICE attacks is not horrifying enough – where innocent people are being ripped away in front of their traumatised children by masked unidentified men, to now mocking and celebrating? immigrants being kept in a place surrounded by alligators and giant snakes… I mean, this is like something out of a dystopian novel.

The lies about deporting only the violent criminals. “Gotta get rid of all the criminals!” Lies. All of it Lies.

How hypocritical when all the convicted violent criminals of Jan 6 were allowed to walk free.

This is America?

How has this happened?

I used to think about the atrocities of Hitler and wonder how on earth that happened.

What was the trajectory?

How did each step descending into madness take place?

How could all those people do such unspeakable things to fellow human beings?

I truly am horrified and deeply saddened by what America has become.

It doesn’t have to be this way. I still believe there are so many incredible things about the US. So many amazing, wonderful people there.

So much promise.

The world will wait and watch, and hope.

To all my completely sane American friends living through, and being so greatly affected by this current hell, you have my deepest sympathy.

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Singing Happy Birthday on the toilet.


I accompanied my daughter to her doctor’s appointment the other day so I could watch her two small children while she was in with the doctor.

I was left plenty of snacks and strict instruction that “If the three year old says he needs to poop, HE NEEDS TO POOP IMMEDIATELY!”

I remembered this from when my own kids were young, that little boys especially being such busy creatures often leave such matters till the very last minute.

The 15 month old granddaughter is a real wild child and doesn’t like to stay put so I used my body as a barricade in the little play section in the waiting room, trying to encourage her to stay within the safe zone, but she wasn’t having any of it.

There’s only so many ways one can make an abacus, a few odd puzzle pieces, and a largely empty doctors kit entertaining. My grandson insisted on reefing up my pants leg to “attend to my broken leg”, which was a bit embarrassing as I hadn’t shaved my legs in weeks. Oh well. Grandma Yeti’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to keep the peace in a public place.

After the seventh time of retrieving my granddaughter as she tried to escape the waiting area I finally plopped her in the stroller and tried the snacks. This girl loves her food but she wasn’t having any of this being confined business and for the life of me, I could not remember how the heck you do up the pram straps.

It’s not like the straps we used to have where you just have two waist straps and one that comes up between the legs and presto with two clicks it’s all done up.

These days it’s like putting one of those 3D puzzles together!

I do not have the logic, or the patience for such things, so I decided to just feed her one snack after the other and hoped that the doctor’s appointment would be over before I ran out of snacks.

Little Miss wanted the snacks but was NOT happy being in the pram so began wiggling her way down trying to slide out from under the pram bar as she was eating!

I kept plonking her back on her bum, causing her to squeal indignantly, and she kept sliding back down.

Right about now I was getting quite flustered as the room was filling up with people and I felt observed.

Just at that moment the three year old boy child comes up to me wanting his snacks and then, the inevitable….he farted.

I know what this means!

“Do you need to poop?” I whisper to him.

He nods.

So, with lightening speed I gather up the wriggling escape artist (who always feels like she is stuffed with rocks she is so heavy), the nappy bag ( with a spare change of clothes, in case there’s a disaster) my handbag, and I grab the boy’s hand and we quickly head for the toilet.

Do you know how heavy those self closing doors are when you’re trying to wrangle multiple children and multiple bags into the bathroom? And there’s not one but two doors that you have to watch doesn’t close on some part of a child, and to make matters worse the sink area is tiny.

I push open the doors to the actual cubicles, of which there are only two and what do you know, both are occupied!

Far out.

I bustle us all and the bags back into the tiny sink area and instruct the three year old to “Hold it in!”

We wait, and wait…

“Don’t poop!”  I say several times.

“Just hang on!”

Already little miss has slid down my hip. Don’t you love how they can do the jelly fish manoeuvre. Just like that they have no bones!

She’s on the floor exploring, moving quickly around the tiny space trying to find something to get into.

At long last I hear a toilet flushing and someone comes out of one of the stalls.

I herd the children in and quickly lock the door.

I forgot about the gap under the stall wall though didn’t I, and just as I’m struggling to get trousers down for the poopy kid the other one is on her hands and knees with her head under the wall having a chat with whoever is next door.

I reef her up whilst hanging onto the boy because the last thing I was his him falling IN and getting traumatised about the actual toilet (It’s taken about six months , or more for him to get over his fear of hand dryers and actually go INTO a public toilet!)

I get her up on my hip again and squeeze her tight giving her a look that says “Do not do that jelly fish thing again!”

There is an audible plop and the boy goes to hop off the toilet.

“Wait!” I say in a panic.

“What if there’s more? Sing a song! Sing it three times!”

So he starts singing “Happy Birthday”. 

We wait until he’s sung it three times. I sing along too.

He swears he is finished so I give him the benefit of the doubt. Clean him up and whew….the ordeal is over.

A young woman with Down Syndrome exists the cubicle next to us at about the same time.

As we walked back out into the waiting room I spot my daughter paying at the reception desk.

Thank goodness, because I’m ready to go now after all that.

When we got back into the car my daughter mentioned to me that she’d over heard the young woman with Downs Syndrome saying to her mum in great confusion. “There was a lady in the toilet next door with a child and they were singing Happy Birthday!” 

Haha, oh well. A mystery for them to ponder.

Oh the fun and chaos of small children.

After all that, my daughter later told me I could have just taken them into the Parents room, which was right next door.

I didn’t even know it was there.

Sheesh!

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Being present.


Mindfulness, centering ones self, connectedness… all those things seem a bit foo foo lala. (There’s a term I “think” I just made up.)

But are they?

I’m growing ever more anxious about how quickly time seems to be passing. have I said that here before? I quite possibly have because it’s always on my mind these days.

These days, these weeks, these months….and suddenly the years are passing with frightening speed!

I turned 57 the other week. Cripes! I’m old. I mean I’m almost 60 and then comes 70 and before you know it I’ll be gone.

And what was this all for?

I suddenly feel the anxiety I used to as a teenager when the thought that was most intrusive in my mind was “Why do I exist?”

Well now it’s screaming at me again and I need answers!

Ok, slow my racing thoughts…

Back to being present…

The other day I walked out of a store and observed a large group of teenagers all sitting on a wall and each and every one of them was staring down at their phones.

I had this strong urge to run up to them and start slapping the screens out of their hands, yelling at them.

“Wake up! What are you doing? Your life is going to FLY past and if you’re lucky you’ll get to be old one day and what will you remember? You’re not going to HAVE memories because these stupid devices are mashing your brains and stealing all the moments in life that you are going to regret NOT BEING PRESENT FOR! – WAKE UP!”

I mentioned this to someone I met the other day at a gathering and she said to me “Yeah but they’ll have photo’s to remind them of their memories.”

At the time I nodded in a kind of sad agreement, but now that I think about it…No, those photo’s are no substitute for actually being there….being IN the moment. Fully in the moment.

I know this because being a photographer I often have to remind myself when we are on holiday somewhere to actually put the camera down for a moment and view life through all my senses, rather than through a lens.

Sure, it’s nice to look back on the photo’s but the moments I “truly” remember were the ones when I actually took the time to sit there and soak it all in.

I remember one defining moment when we visited Ireland for the first time. (I’d always wanted to go there.)

I sat there on a stone bench in the grounds of the ruins of a castle and allowed myself to truly soak in the moment and as I did I felt this overwhelming feeling come over me that said “I am home.”

Funny thing that is. I was born in Africa, moved to Australia when I was ten years old but I never felt “belonged” in either place. In Ireland I really got this sense that I had come “home”.

Anyway, I digress.

Those teenagers, and their screens.

Every day I see the same young man walking home past our house. His shoulders stooped over, head bent looking down at his phone. Every day, no fail.

I’ve even seen people crossing the road LOOKING DOWN AT THEIR PHONES!

I just want to smack all the phones out of peoples hands! I want a big blow up bat that I can go whack a doodling all those damn phones! And then I’ll whack a doodle the people around the head with it too.

“Wake up!”

“Be PRESENT!”

Gah! Show up for your life damn it!

Another moment I was truly present for was many many years ago when my eldest daughter was only 2 years old. She looked so cute that day in her little floral dress, white socks and sandals.

I watched her run up the driveway to my husband so he could bundle her in the car and I remember the love I felt for her just flowing out of me and surrounding her like a pure golden cloud. It was so palpable. I remember taking in every visual….her little brown curls, her sparkling eyes, the way her little legs ran, so stinking cute in that dress, thinking “I’m never going to forget this moment”, and I haven’t.

Then there have been times I have seen a woman breastfeeding her baby and staring down at……her phone.

Am I judgemental?

YES. Yes I am!

I think we have all (most of us) fallen down this giant hole of screen addiction and it is not NATURAL!

It’s not good for us individually. It’s not good for children or families, or relationships, and it’s not good for all of us as communities.

And I know. I’m being a total hypocrite here because how is this being read, by anyone who cares to read it?

On a screen.

Give me an Island, I always say.

Smaller than THIS (Tasmania) island.

An island with no phones, no screens, no people.

Maybe then I could be truly present, and oh…..wouldn’t it be great if THAT could slow my perception of how fast time is passing.

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Human beings, not programs creating art!


I’m so fed up with the rash of AI prompted “art” that has taken over social media, and the world in general.

It is something I am really passionately against, from a personal perspective and also just a moral perspective.

Artists, creatives all over the world are currently fighting against this as it is causing a loss in income as well as a loss in credibility for us all “as” the REAL creatives. We who have always had to struggle in order to make a living – now, we – even the most advantaged among us are barely able to keep our heads above water.

Look, AI has its place. But not in the creative fields. We HAVE the great creative minds and the artistic hands already – so let them do their thing. Don’t kick them in the teeth now, after all these years of being entertained by them? Because this is not just about art you hang on your walls. It’s about the TV shows you watch. The music you listen to. The movies you watch. The books you read.

All those things you turned to when the world went into lockdown with Covid. They were what kept you sane! Who gave that to you? The artists….the creatives….the musicians…..the writers…. All of them.

It took three months for my Etsy Store to be forced to close after Etsy decided, undoubtably, in their own favour of purely making money – going against their purported “Hand Made Market” ethic which they touted – and still continue to falsely claim, to welcome in all the AI generated “art”.

If you go to Etsy today looking for human artists selling genuine human made art, good luck to you sorting through the masses of AI sellers to try and find them.

That in itself….the fact that sitting behind a screen typing in prompts can so quickly spit out bulk amounts of generated “art” – and I keep saying that word loosely because in my books it is NOT real art… immediately puts real artists at a disadvantage, because real art takes TIME. Many many hours of thought, preparation, studies, practice, not to mention skill, imagination, cost of art supplies and TALENT.

I’m just so mad at all these prompters. The gall of them to suggest that it’s their right to be able to create “art” – when really what they are doing is relying on the work of generations of true artists who’s art was STOLEN and fed into the AI programs in order for the program to be used by people who never spent a day in their lives actually doing the REAL WORK to become proper artists.

It’s laziness that’s what it is. Instant gratification and a quick way to make a buck.

Not to mention that all of us artists today are having our art scaped on social media every time we post it , again, to be fed into the AI data base. Taken, STOLEN from us to be used without our permission.

You want to be an artist? Then do it how all of us have to….by devoting our lives to studying and practising how to BE real artists. DO THE REAL WORK!

Did I say I am passionate about this?

All around me I am seeing my fellow creatives suffer as we are buried – never to be seen, beneath this ever mounting deluge of AI generated fake art.

How do we fight this when it seems so futile?

Well, I’ll tell you what I’m doing. I refuse to be defeated. A true artist will create no matter what. I’m going to keep putting it out there, everywhere I can.

I remember Sting once saying that a musician creates because he HAS to. He is driven to.

We all HAVE to, because if we give up. If we retreat in defeat….if we lay down those pencils, and brushes, the words in our heads that create stories, our musical instruments….our VOICES, then all the general public will EVER see are facsimiles of soul-less art, created by machines.

Is that the world you want?

In case this is the first time you have stumbled upon by blog, I am a photographer, photomanipulation artist, a painter, writer, crafter, and I am DOING the work – every damn day!

Here are two of my recent artworks – one a photomanipulation using all my own images and an impressionistic mixed media painting.

My work is for sale on Bluethumb and also through my Facebook page.

I will post the links below.

Please share this post and above all else, please support real artists, even if all you can do is to like and share their work.

I know not everybody has the money, not everyone has the wall space….but it is so important that we don’t let real art die, because creativity is the essence of humanity.

And to my creative friends – please keep sharing your work, because each thing you create has whispers of your soul embedded in it, and no program can ever replace that.

“Lace”

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“Oasis”

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Here is my Bluethumb page https://bluethumb.com.au/tracy-lundgren

And my Facebook page where I share my photography and photomanipulation work https://www.facebook.com/twistedgypsyphotography/

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Art needs eyes, and a soul to receive it. (and create it.)


I was feeling a bit low the other night. I’ve spent my life being creative, selling some of my photography, my craft, my photo manipulation art….I’m lucky in that “usually” whatever new thing I take up, because of all my practise I guess in other creative areas I can turn my hand to most things and get a reasonable result.

I’ve always wanted to be a “proper artist” though. You know…not be looked down upon by those “real” artists who honestly, to me can sometimes seem a bit snooty. Ha! You know that attitude?….that unless you do things in the traditional way, with brushes and a canvas then you are beneath them.

So at the tender age of 56 I am now learning to be a “proper artist”.

But there I was the other night after having watched a video on youtube where this artist was saying “Don’t even bother….Art as we know it is now dead.” For many reasons, but AI is a HUGE part of why artists are facing a pretty dismal future.

So I started thinking, what am I doing this for? Learning how to paint for Gods sake. Now? With AI destroying the whole art world. What for? Waste of time.

And then I happened upon a post by a person called Nox Krugerian – From a facebook group I’m in called Artists against Generative AI. It really resonated with me!

I want to give it to YOU – anyone out there who is creative and is struggling mentally with the whole “What is the point of me doing this?” – whatever creative thing it is.

You know, we do it because WE HAVE TO.

If you are creative it is a force within you that is unstoppable.

This is what I read.

“You are needed. You are wanted. And your work is important. Who knows what art will influence the great minds of tomorrow. If you don’t make it, it can’t exist. So make it. “

PLEASE….just keep on making it. It’s so true! Who knows who your art will touch. Who might see it and be inspired, or who might even want to buy it….yeah I know, it’s getting harder and harder to make money from creating art, but if you don’t put it out there no one will know it exists!

So I am putting what I create out there. Just like music needs ears and a soul to receive it, art needs eyes and a soul to receive it – and neither of those things will EVER be able to be the real deal without a soul behind it, creating it.

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What the hell are we doing?


I could just leave this blog post at the title and those drawn to read it would probably know exactly what I’m talking about.

I’m fifty six years old, and during that time I’ve seen a lot of changes come along but I’ve never before felt like this world of ours, the planet itself and the societies upon it, are in real trouble.

I look around and find this place hardly recognisable. People are not interacting with each other the way they used to. It’s becoming a cold sterile and lonely world for many. And an angry one. The news is manipulated and fed to “us and them”. All around the world society is becoming more and more divided as this anger festers, fuelled by social media. Corruption is rampant and nobody knows what the hell is “truth” any more. Not what you read, not what you hear, not even what you see.

We cannot truly trust anything anymore.

I’m lucky enough to live in Tasmania, a tiny island off the mainland of Australia that somehow has managed to retain a tiny glimmer of how things “used” to be. They said it was a step back in time, moving here, and I’m so thankful they were right. Not that it will last long I expect.

I can’t stand going back to the mainland now. The stifling heat, the crowds, the traffic, the noise….. My husband and I just got back from a six week holiday to Europe. We visited Sweden, Poland and France. First real holiday in six years, but you know what? We did not enjoy it. There were just too many people.

Maybe it’s because for the past four years we have lived out in the country, surrounded by beautiful green valleys and hills, cows and sheep, in a tiny little rural town. We took all that quiet and that fresh air and all this space for granted.

Maybe we have just become un peopley people.

I feel like, in general, that I do not belong in this world. I felt that way even before things became crazy, cruel and chaotic.

I mean, it really is a crazy, cruel and chaotic world now.

Social media has us all sucked in, addicted and part of the machine. So willingly we give our infants the devices that will lead to their addiction, and inevitably, their sacrifice to the machine.

Mobile phones have turned people into socially inept zombies. (I refuse to use my phone for anything other than JUST a phone.)

AI is destroying jobs….absolutely killing it for creative people and God only knows what pandora’s box we have opened with that! Just like with the internet – we had no idea what that would bring did we?

I heard someone saying recently, in a political discussion, that he had hope that we would “learn” something.

Learn something? When have human beings ever “learned” anything? We just keep repeating the same old mistakes time and time again. And making new and more dangerous ones.

Power and money, it always comes back to those two things and always will.

It’s never about the good of mankind as a whole. It’s only ever about those who have, and seek MORE power and money.

They talk about the pendulum swinging, but do you really think it can?

Recently there has been “talk” about banning teenagers from using social media until they are 16 here in Australia. I’m all for that idea, but it will never happen. Once you open the pandoras box you can never close that lid. Not even if you hammered it shut with a thousand nails and padlocked chains around it.

You just can’t go backwards once you’ve given people a taste of the poison.

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The internal struggle of an artist.


Recently, in the last six months or so I’ve decided I’m going to be a REAL artist and learn how to paint.

This is how my internal dialogue goes – beginning with some encouraging pep talk.

I am an amaaaaazing artist!

This painting is going to be effortless and the BEST thing I have ever painted.

Niiice background, go me!

Happy little tree’s…..wow, I’ve got this.

Ok, will redo that bit later…

Hmm, why does that look weird now.

Let’s stand back and stare at it for a bit.

Right, repaint over that entire section and start again…don’t mess up the sky though.

Grr! I messed up the sky, damn it.

Redo the sky…

Have a break…stare a bit more.

O….k… it’s getting there.

No, omg, I suck at this!

Why is this so hard!

Staring, staring staring….

Alrighty, lets try something different there.

Yeah, that works.

Wait…no, oh I’ve ruined it completely now!

Afffggghhhhhhh!!!

Trying not to resist scrubbing my paintbrush all over this ugly thing!

Deep breaths.

Sit back and stare at the ugly thing.

Paint over most of it.

Whooo!

Ok, well, it’s not how I envisioned it in my mind, but…I’m going to leave it now.

I’ll just fix this little bit and then I’m done.

Fix it 345 times more.

Stare at it 637 times more.

Right!

I’m DONE!

Here are some of what I’ve “done”.

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Unfiltered.


I think I need to start writing more about Nannahood. Why not, after all I have the unique experience of actually living with two of my grandkids (I now have five altogether.)

Many years ago when my kids were young I started writing many humorous stories about parent hood. Then my kids became teenagers and it wasn’t funny anymore.

Now I can look on and see my own daughter on a day to day basis cope with the many challenges, and chaos of raising kids.

It’s nice. 🙂

I was cracking up when my daughter was telling me about how embarrassing it is now dealing with a toddler in the throes of toilet training. It’s been a rollercoaster with my grandson due to a few reasons but one of which is his intense fear of hand dryers in public toilets.

He was absolutely terrified of anything on the walls – fearing that all of the things were hand dryers.

There would be times when my daughter would be on the toilet when someone else would exit a stall and use the hand dryer causing my grandson to totally freak out and urge to flee “danger” would have him trying to wrangle the door open whilst she had to contort herself and stretch out a leg to jam the door closed. Lucky for her she has long legs.

My daughter has had to use so much psychology, bribery, and so many assurances that ” I promise you mummy will NOT make the hand dryer turn on!” (Which is sometimes hard in confined space) so it’s a huge step forward that he will now willingly not only go in there, but actually be relaxed enough to do what needs to be done.

Being a really reserved, quiet person who hates attention, as my daughter is, and having a toddler as many of you would know, does not meld well in public places when toddlers are apt to do their unfiltered thing.

And, toddlers shout.

Imagine being in the other cubicle hearing a toddler shouting “IT’S COMING!!!!”

Mum saying quietly “Are you done?”

“THERE’S ANOTHER ONE COMING!!!”

And the ceremonious farewells after the job is done, with the toddler feeling satisfied that what he has just deposited has now joined all his “friends” somewhere down in the plumbing.

I cannot help but imagine a world where adults have all filters removed.

In fact, the next time I’m in a public bathroom I might try it myself.

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