This work tells a story of a girl who was confessed to by someone she had a crush on for years. She didn’t expect it nor she was ready to answer it. She couldn’t say to that person she likes her too… She just told her to wait.

For the celebration of this year’s Pride Month let’s take a moment and appreciate the ones who are still in the closet. Coming out isn’t just about courage. Some need more time, some a better place, and some... a more open society.

"Evil fairy painting"
Dimensions: 1440x1990
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This is my first AI animation piece I am proud and excited to make available.

For 25 years I've been an experimental computer animator and artist, I've made many films, won a Prix Ars Electronica and worked with Peter Gabriel and Tangerine Dream on music videos and concert visuals.

But early in 2021, coders managed to get a neural network called CLIP 'talking' to another neural network called VQGan. To put simply, it allows us to use text prompts as an input to guide a high quality, infinitely expressive image creation process.

It puts the artist back in the picture as a

The Eurasian golden oriole (Oriolus oriolus) or simply golden oriole, is the only member of the Old World oriole family of passerine birds breeding in Northern Hemisphere temperate regions. It is a summer migrant in Europe and western Asia and spends the winter season in central and southern Africa. The male is striking in the typical oriole black and yellow plumage, but the female is a drabber green bird. Orioles are shy, and even the male is remarkably difficult to see in the dappled yellow and green leaves of the canopy.

Ecstacy by Athena Novo, August 2021, Foundation

Follow up on programmable art pieces of this series by Athena Novo -- on Async Art at https://async.art/u/athenanovo/collection.

Magic is everywhere, you just have to want to see it.

3000x4000 px.
300 dpi.

Jeff was a good guy indeed. We shared that filthy hole we called home for nearly five years. Cyberspace, the great drug of this time, had reduced his brain to a disco of drunken neurons. He was Jeff, almost a brother to me, my family. So, every time he would plunge himself again into the whirlpool, I knew I had to get out of the house and face the rainy nights to look for him in the alleys. That evening I found him after 4 hours, on the backside of the VUNG TAU. I had arrived on time.