I altered my black and white abstract drawing with a lot of other styles in Deep Dream Generator, but none answered the Aikphrasis poem as well at the one I submitted. I applied my most successful styles from my best AI creations, as seen below:
The original black and white
pencil drawing on newsprint
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The Rejected Poems
Holly Grimm gave me a choice of three poems to respond to, and I choose the second one. The two poems below are still very good, but I rejected them:
Interior of a shoebox (destroyed Victorian house)
A controlled spontaneity, coiled inside this linear,
deliberate, unemotional architecture. A metal bat
hangs upside down, down from the ceiling, upside down
and nailed in place. It is a panic room. A concentration of
boundary-consciousness. The creature is alive, although its
form is rigidly, unnaturally fixed. It is an architectural
rendering of a predator. Flat, still, and far too scary
for a child’s bedroom. What does it eat? Whom does it eat?
It is the darkest of pterosaurs (from the period of birds). It
is an abbreviation, a silhouette, a fold, an origami form
that simulates life.
The background changes like a kaleidoscope, each tiny
shudder of pressure changing its cloud-shaped pattern, the
tiniest shift in angle producing a new image. The detailed
landscape is a simple graphic reappearing in a new manner,
algorithm-like, in a different space, a fluid fantasy. Liquid
object-ripples, the movement of the drawing hand, glimpses
of a woman’s back merging and separating, the iridescent
fragility of the drawing process, as lines are stepped on and
smeared, becoming patterns. Sketchbooks are labs, make
their own concepts and their own meanings: a diagram of
the movement of the hand, the space it inhabits.
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