AI Studio explores the intersection of generative imagery and traditional media like ink and watercolour.

A bird becomes a garden—waiting, watching, hoping to be found again. Quiet magic.

🖼 Image via Image Designer 📖 Flash fiction co-written with Copilot

AI portrait and figure painting experiments.

(after Eliot Weinberger)

Some myths arrive like ink on water - momentary, reflective, impossible to hold. A meditation on creation & the invisible life of words.

𓅃𓅝𓅓𓅃𓅝

(after Eliot Weinberger)

☽ A visual haiku series inspired by Dr Lisa Feldman Barrett’s talk “Three Lessons About the Brain” (2024)

𓆩⟡𓆪

Can the structure of the human brain mirror the structure of the cosmos?

 ⋆☉⋆   Navigate these constellations wisely ⋆☉⋆
They attempt to chart the unknown inside the known, and the known inside the unknown…

🌾 new haiku series

The Way, the Truth, and the Light

Set in ancient Sumeria, a priestess, a jar, a path worn by dusk. Five quiet steps through myth & dust.

𖠷𒀭𒈹𒀭𖠷

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A mythic haiku series in the voice of Enheduanna—Sumerian priestess, poet, and translator of divine moods.

🜂 Poetry: ChatGPT

🜄 Art: DALL·E

𓇼 A visual-poetic series told in fragments like a field journal following a dreamlike journey through the quiet world between the clouds and the forest floor 𓂃 𓈒 𓏲

A visual haiku journey through embered memory, unspoken vows, and the inheritance of silence.

✎ 𓂀 𓍱 𐂂

𝒜 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝑔𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒.

A haiku sequence from the edge of being 

A poem about projection, intimacy, and the impossibility of truly knowing another. 🖋️ Quiet science, cosmic intimacy, and the mirror of other minds.

Forest stillness, dream logic, something just beneath the surface. Image + poem shaped with ChatGPT-4o

A haiku about longing and finding.

A poem about a boy and a dragon within a strawberry. Themes of companionship and place are explored.

What if Snow White’s shadow had a secret?

A dreamlike encounter unfolds in misty pastels—a white rabbit, its elongated ears tuned to the hush of the unseen, carries a small mouse across the terrain of memory.

Some instincts cannot be silenced. Some wild things are not meant to be tamed.

He walked, and the green followed.
A quiet myth. A man becoming forest.
Each step pressing memory into earth.
Each breath threaded with roots, silence, and sky.

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