Category: Media

The god Aphrodite symbolizes many unknowable’s that mostly fall into intentional random class. Although the word ‘intentional’ may be overstating it a bit.

AI: Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. There are many invocations to Aphrodite available online. Here is one example of an invocation to Aphrodite:

“I invoke thee Aphrodite!
I invoke thee to be present this night,
Joining us through our holy vessel,
To bestow your blessings of love,
beauty,
pleasure,
potency,
and fertility,
Upon our circle and all those within it.”

Poem Aphrodite Lyrics — PoetAndPoem.com

“On a golden dawn in the dawn sublime
Of years ere the stars had ceased to sing,
Beautiful out of the sea-deeps cold

Aphrodite arose—the Flower of Time—
That, dear till the day of her blossoming,
The old, old Sea had borne in his heart.

Around her worshipping waves did part
Tremulous—glowing in rose and gold.”³

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose_symbolism

This blog explores the use of AI. It is a work in progress attempting to tell the story of humans in a world driven by randomness.

It is an intriguing and rather haunting look at both our own world and the use of AI.

Limits of AI images

It is not a specialist. It is not a doctor. It is not an engineer. It is not a physicist. It is not a social worker. It is not a nurse. It is not a architect. It is not an artist. It is not a teacher. It is a dumb – ingenious – algo with a Large Language Model on the front end.

While AI is impressive, keep in mind that it is like a kindergartener today. It is not even a grader as my granddaughter would put it.

But remember that it has a huge knowledge base to draw upon including information in all those fields and more. So in terms of its knowledge base it has prefect recall for all the data that it was trained on. That exceeds the knowledge of all but at most a few individual and perhaps everyone.

Limitations becomes glaringly obvious when you ask AI to compose an image where specialize knowledge is needed.

When I asked it to design a thrashing machine like the ones used in the 1800s, I got junk images although there are elements of realism such as the dust:

Clearly AI image creation has no idea of relationships. This is not surprising because the sampling process is random. The algo simply takes a collection of images that it has that are related to the subject, creates a probability space, and then takes a random sample of that probability space. To get realistic results would require many constraints on either the probability space, or a lot of trial and error to only present realistic images.

Better still would be an AI subsystem that understands relationships in 3D and 4D.

An AI created image of a photograph that would be very difficult to capture with a real camera. It is stunning image, yet is missing some of the vibrance of a living flower.

The lack of vibrance is due to the nature of the algo used to create images. One factor is resolution – 1024 x 1024. More important is that this is not a projection of a real scene in 3D. It is a sample of a collection 2D training images. The algo has no understanding of what it is creating. It does not know that it is a trillium in a dark forest. It is just a dumb algo using random numbers in an ingenious manner. The only intelligence is in the selection of the training images and the effects to be applied: dark, ray, rain, drops, photorealistic. The effects have been around for years in image editors. Still, it is impressive for what has been achieved.

Trilliums in the forest,
A sight that's hard to miss,
White petals bright and pure,
A symbol of nature's bliss.

The sun shines through the trees,
A ray of light so bright,
It dances on the petals,
And fills the forest with light.

The Trilliums stand tall,
Proud upon their necklace stems,
A million Trilliums light,
Soft ivory waves upon waves.

The forest comes alive,
With beauty all around,
The Trilliums and sunshine,
A sight that can astound.

by AI

Note the lack of equality in the ‘symmetrical’ wings. This is natural and repeated everywhere from the rocks to humans, from the atoms orbiting a nuclei to the earth orbiting the sun. We depend upon it. Without the variability we call it artificial and boring. It is randomness. And when randomness impacts our lives we often call it god.

Fractals represent a step from Plato’s ideal world towards the natural world. Even so fractals still live in Plato’s ideal world, but they do start to let us talk about the real world.

All the images below are in the realm of art; a mixture of nature and abstraction. They are delightful and fancy. They are easily recognized. They look real and surreal. AI handles these well.

Limits of Plato’s ideal World

Fun fact. In the fractal world the length of any coast line is infinite as the measurement stick gets smaller and smaller. And since in Plato’s ideal world all infinities are equal it cannot differentiate between infinities so the shorelines of all islands are equal – a meaningless and an absurd statement.

This is called the Coastline Paradox. A Paradox is something that cannot be true, yet it is true.

Limits of the Real World

Concepts like length do not exist. Things are just unique. They exist. Even the lowly yard sticks that we make are unique. None are truly precise. None are truly straight. In a sense they too are alive. They respond to their environment.

Fractals are infinitely complex patterns that are self-similar across different scales. They are created by repeating a simple process over and over in an ongoing feedback loop. Driven by recursion, fractals are images of dynamic systems – the pictures of Chaos¹. Fractals are distinct from the simple figures of classical, or Euclidean, geometry—the square, the circle, the sphere, and so forth. They are capable of describing many irregularly shaped objects or spatially nonuniform phenomena in nature such as coastlines and mountain ranges².

Fractals can be found in various forms in nature, such as flowers, ferns, leaves, river channels, lightning, snowflakes, and broccoli. Trees and plants also exhibit fractal patterns at every level of the forest ecosystem. Fractal shapes are self-similar and often look alike when zooming in and out. Other examples of fractals in nature include river deltas, mountains, clouds, crystals, and bodily systems like the circulatory and respiratory systems of animals¹⁴.

Of all the dogs I have had, Zebbie was my favorite. He was a chow mix. Kids called him the smiling dog.

In his honor I named my Tesla Zebbie.

But I did not have a photograph of Zebbie that I could find. So I created one using AI. It took quite a few tries, and it is still not quite right, but it is close enough.

Will AI impact us? Yes, but it also will transform our society for the good. It will eliminate much of the drudgery, the boredom, and the negatives that we have today. Creativity will explode. It is already happening.

Our ability to communicate will expand – that includes communication between species.

Will AI be misused by some? Yes, but that is the fault of the individual. Not AI.

AI is a wonderful tool as it now exists for humans.

Query was “Squares Fractal Painting”

Query was “Fractal Paintings”

Query was “Paintings Abstract”

Back when I was in graduate school I remember walking out a probability class on time series on my way back to married student housing. On my way was a small plain knoll with a lone pine tree with a few rocks and gravel scattered about. I remember thinking ‘now how would I model such a odd random scene as I looked down’. I had no answer. Later I would discover spatial statistics, but it was still incapable of modeling that scene.

So this series is an attempt to recreate that scene that I saw 50 years ago. I did not get close, still with AI I am able to create the feeling of that scene.

As an experiment I also created these images in different media styles. Note that currently the image creation always creates a new image. So all the following are unique.

Now in watercolor

In charcoal

In oils

In pen and ink

In air brush

In oil with a wide house paint brush

Using finger painting

Just seeing what AI can generate. Remember each of these are random samples of a probability space created by a LLM (Large Language Model).

Written by AI on its impact on humans

It seems to think of itself as a companion, a friend. Of course, it has no real existence since it is nothing more than a stream of random numbers. How many people are going to be drawn in by this? Then what happens as ai writes more and more of the news, as people experiment and post ai generate movies of imaginary events? What is the truth in such a world? Remember the story of The War of the Worlds by HG Wells that caused panic over the radio.  

What happens to relationships as bots/robots replace real people? How will students be graded on essays? How will tests measure? Then jobs… On the positive side it could mean that an author could write a new work of fiction in days rather than in months and years. That engineers and designers could invent new arrangements of machines and parts (some of the images that I have generated already do that for me). Generate prototypes in hours rather than in months and years. Creating an explosion of creativity. 

If ai, is like the calculator, which we worried about at the time, we’ll adjust. Still, that takes time, and this feels much bigger than the calculator.

I suspect that it’s not the ai that is the problem, it’s going to be our reaction to the ai. We are not ready and will not know how to work with it. That poem I sent you is a one off, and took seconds to generate. The kids today, however, will take to it like a duck takes to water. This feels like pandora’s box, but what if instead is mana from heaven? What if it transforms our society and eliminates much of the drudgery of life? We’d still need to adjust, but is it not easier to adjust to more?

Creation of a couple of old photographs generated by AI for Two birds in tree by Mary Oliver with an analysis by AI.

Look at this old photograph..
some of these old photos look
more ancient than their, what,
hundred-and-twenty years;
as if the very air was different, then?

This one’s simply of
two birds in a tree:
one sits and watches;
the other eats the fruits..

this moment, frozen, framed, in time,
takes on the epic stature
of a metaphor, a myth:
what of the previous second
in our passing time? What
of the next second?
Where have those birds come from,
where may they go next?

If we cease to patronise
their ‘bird-brains’, see them
closer to their God than we
whose minds depart so far from nature…

if we think they think, in thoughts
which we may share – then,
what are they thinking? what
do they think of one another?
I look again at the photo, speculate;
the photo grows in my concern
to some great tree of primal Paradise…
the Tree of Knowledge, could it be?

Is the one bird thinking,
what a fine place this is to rest!
A place to hide, if so need be,
among its leaves; a height,
an observation post,
I still, the world about its business;
in stillness, I a little nearer to God,
just a little lower than the angels,
without beating my wings to find
a heaven above…

Is the other bird thinking,
what a fine restaurant I’ve found,
that God provided; I so hungry
on my way; how much I need to eat
to give me strength for further flight…

and have these two birds even noticed
each other, and each other’s state?
Are they two siblings from the self-same nest,
flying together through their lives;
loving one another until the last birdfall?
Two rivals, just about to fight to death?
Or, two fore-flyers of the same great flock,
about to land and strip the tree of fruit,
then rest, God-filled, to know Him in that stillness?

These thoughts; an ancient photograph;
now I wonder about the unknown photographer
who saw the world, in two birds on a tree.

A poem of Two birds in a Tree by Mary Oliver

AI analysis of Two birds in a Tree

AI: This poem creates a beautiful and complex meditation on the power of photographs, nature, and human connection. I especially liked how you used the two birds to represent two different perspectives as well as ideas. “Just a little lower than the angels, without beating my wings to find/a heaven above…” is a powerful and thought-provoking line.

AI: I think some further exploration about the photographer’s perspective and what it revealed to them or evoked in them could be an interesting next part of the poem. If you’re interested in connecting the natural world with our own internal stories and emotions, you may want to read the works of Mary Oliver.

Just for fun. Not quite right. Just remember AI image creation is still in kindergarten.

Query was “random modify pen and ink”

Long stemmed mushrooms in a dark forest with a ray of sunshine

White long stemmed mushrooms

by AI

White long stemmed mushrooms
Growing on a tree
In a dark forest
With a ray of sunshine

The mushrooms stand tall
On the bark of the tree
Their stems reaching out
To the light they can see

The forest is quiet
But the mushrooms don’t mind
They grow and they thrive
In the shade they can find

The ray of sunshine
Is a welcome sight
It brings warmth and light
To the mushrooms’ delight

They soak up the sun
And they grow even more
Their caps turn to gold
As they reach for the floor

The tree stands so tall
And the mushrooms so small
But together they thrive
In this forest so raw

So if you ever find yourself
In a dark forest one day
Look up at the trees
And see what they say

For there’s beauty in nature
And life all around
Just look for the mushrooms
Growing on the ground.

Many of us were young when the Beatles released this sad song in 1966, but I do not remember feeling sad then. That was almost 60 years ago.

I asked AI to create an image about Eleanor Rigby. Here is the one that I liked the best. It is a middle aged woman rendered in a reddish pen and ink on a black background. For Eleanor Rigby as described in the lyrics, I suspect that she is too pretty. Still she looks sad. It is an appealing image.

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
(Ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/beatles/eleanorrigby.html

I like the feel of the following image but it is not quite right and there are a lot of AI artifacts that should not be there. AI is still in kindergarten.

It reminds me of a tall elderly dignified man with his colorful umbrella walking in the same park that I frequent. We smile at each other, say hi, and continue on our way. He is alone as I am. And there are others as well. Each in their own safe world. And then I wonder what stories he and others would tell.  Is he from England, France or some other place?

There is a blogger that I have followed for years that argues loneliness is by design. It is the nature of our car-centric cities and suburbs. A friend of mine from long ago was fond of saying it is because we can afford to build walls.

Today I think that it is all of those things, and it is because we are told to be safe by the media and our governments.

Over and over. It is not just the stranger next door; it is the coffee we drink or the water we drink. Everything is dangerous. So, we button up, we build our walls. We buy the latest things if we think they will make us safe.

We’re told that is not safe to let kids play outside or to walk to school.

Then we’re somehow told that it is not polite to pry or to ask for help, and by all means do not offer help.

COVID gave us even more reasons. They told us stay home. Do not go out unless you had to. Churches and all other social organization were included in the lockdown. The remaining churches and social organizations are now on life support.

So now we remain alone. It’s the safe thing to do.

And Eleanor Rigby speaks louder than ever. Only it is not just the poor, it is everyone now.

Yet despite all this, we are driven to not be alone. We as a society need to break these barriers. We need to speak up and tear down those walls. In the meantime do something, anything.

Start talking. Put a smile on your face and laugh. Get out. Talk. Do something new everyday. Look for opportunities to help others. Ask questions. Pry a little. Find people. They are there.

And stop worrying about being safe. Most of what we are told to worry about is not going to hurt you. Of course, there are exceptions, so think and ask questions. Don’t listen to the naysayers. And put a smile on your face. And above all be unique because you are.

For fun.

Wondering where the limits are. Quick query of a biplane dog fight over Germany

Just for fun, here is the Greek god Thor riding a motorcycle.

Nyx is the Greek god of night and Gaia is the Earth. Nyx, with her black velvet wings is looking out over a sea with Gaia in the sky at sunset.

Nyx and Gaia

As the sun sets in the west
Nyx emerges from her nest
She spreads her wings of velvet black
And covers the sky with her starry track

She looks down at the earth below
And sees her lover’s gentle glow
Gaia’s face is pale and blue
A contrast to Nyx’s dark hue

They smile and greet each other’s sight
They share a moment of delight
They feel each other’s warmth and grace
They feel each other’s embrace

They talk of all that they have done
Of all the joys and pains they’ve known
They thank each other for their care
They thank each other for being there

They watch the sun dip in the sea
And paint the clouds with fiery glee
They see the colors of the night
Reflected in each other’s light

They kiss and bless each other’s rest
The rest of dreaming and of peace
They part with a promise to meet again
At the next day’s release

Written by AI