A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
I’ve been working on a clan of female warriors for the story I’m writing. So, I decided to visualize a series of drawings of possible images. I’ve always been an admirer of the samurai, so I started with that clan of warriors.
My dear friend is obsessed with two things; Elvis and Chihuahua’s. I can’t say I understand either one, but its her thing. So the other night, I decided to do a series of images featuring her little buddies.
So, did you know there are long-haired chihuahua’s? I didn’t until she started explainging the difference. Then, I remember these were the type she has.
I came up with potential responses to this prompt. Either would have been fine. However, I spent most of the night and a good part of the wee hours working. As a multi-genre artist, work could mean anything. Well, last night, I worked on character descriptions for my fiction. It’s nothing to conjure up a person and make them do stuff. However, sometimes I don’t have a clear picture of their appearance. If I don’t have a clear idea of how I can expect the reader to have one, so I worked on my descriptions.
I fed these descriptions into AI to see what it would render. First, I had to find an image generator that provided realistic renderings. I wasn’t looking for photo quality or anything, just potential mock-ups of the characters. After hours of tweaking, I don’t care how good your chair is; your body will tell you enough is enough. So, I called it quits and went to bed.
I realized something this morning while I had coffee. I truly enjoyed myself last night, but my realization didn’t stop there. It occurred to me that creating art is my jam. It’s the one simple thing that brings me joy.
Here are a few examples of the concepts I worked on last night
None of these renderings are final, but they provide direction as I continue to develop the appearance of these characters.
Memoirs of Madness 