Creation

An artist is God in the studio creating all forms of content. Pouring heart, soul, and rib into a product of art which falls into the algorithmic abyss. 

A horrible hell of mankind’s

AI creation. A massive sorting

factory of binary code selecting

each creation from a pile of

scraps, drafts, and loose ends.

Every video is an act of love.

Every macaroni portrait is an act of creation.

Paper folded into multicolored origami

swans, boats, and stars. Transformation in all forms of pipe cleaners and styrofoam.

Crayons and Copic markers litter

my paint-stained desk shoved in

the corner of the studio bedroom.

Soft pastels bleed into watercolors,

gouache, and acrylic all mixed

across the formerly off-white canvas.

A robot cannot create art, nor can it

appreciate or appraise the value. To create is divine, as is the creator

of all crafts knit, crocheted, and tatted.

To sew love into this patchwork quilt of life

that we all must endure together with art.