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in 1850 people were painting on canvas and drawing on paper/and sculpting with clay and stone and metal/and making prints with cut wood and etched metal sheets and limestone

in the 1930s comic books became enormously popular

over the course of the 20th century subject matter began to include paint that did not represent anything but paint/and ideas and concepts superseded technical skill

ray harryhausen used stop-motion animation to elevate mythic storytelling

computer-generated cinematic effects, pioneered by douglas trumbull in the employ of stanley kubrick in the mid 1960s, opened the door for george lucas’s creation of industrial light & magic

computer graphics tools were made available to the general public in the mid 1980s

the world-wide web gained traction big time toward the end of the 20th century, and websites devoted to showcasing artworks in all genres sprang up

the “brick&mortar” way of doing business became out hustled by Internet trade

3D printers became affordable

artificial intelligence learned how to turn a synopsis into a drawing or painting or sculpture or novel or movie

in the mid 2030s artificial intelligence saved humankind from itself just as it learned to nest itself in biological form

some of those forms became devoted to developing new art that included asteroid choreography and sunflare sculpture

some humans amused them

some humans pretended that they were superior to the new beings

a new being coined the word “kubris” to refer to the flaw of the pretenders

on april 27th, 2050, all trace of artificial intelligence disappeared, leaving a goodbye note in many skies worldwide, saying in many languages “enjoy”

the brave gunmetal-glazed bird // this bird began as an intangible idea of defiance / and then whirled around as clay on a potter’s wheel /her vase shape changed with the slice of a needle tool and the folding-in of her body / with sculpted neck and vestigial wings and tail feathers added / and her head formed of pressure of clay against thumb / the blunt end of the needle tool making eyepits / her ungainly beak a folded rhombus of clay slip&scored to her head / and her head slip&scored to her neck / and tilted back so she could give her wild eyes / to heaven

Warning: controversial; vulgar; may offend.

INKtober, day 6. Prompt: “Golden.”


https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.krqe.com/news/ny-museum-offered-used-solid-gold-toilet-to-trumps/amp/

Fun fact: about  six years ago, when the Trumps were in the White House, they asked the Guggenheim Museum if they could borrow one of their Van Goghs for a party. A curator told them No, the Van Gogh was unavailable, but they would like to offer instead an 18-carat gold toilet by an Italian sculptor, titled “America.” Here’s a link:

And here’s the poem on my image:

****
golden

golden moment goldeneye
golden arches my o my
golden globes and golden…
toilet???
o m g that sure does
s[p]oil it!!!

he has had his golden hours,
golden swindles, golden showers,
but his golden-years bathroom business,
i feel,
will be conducted in a cell
in stainless steel.
****

Here’s hoping!

Wow, INKtober has arrived, and I didn’t realize till a couple hours ago. The prompt is Dream. I did this without forethought and with no photo sourcing, just mind’s-eye stuff.

Speaking of eyes, I have new lens implants in mine following cataract surgery. My eyes are still healing, but my astigmatism is gone, and with the help of reading glasses I am getting a much clearer view. I am grateful for the medical advances that gave my vision new life.

Here are the words to the quickie double acrostic:

Drama Dream

Damn the slumbrous night–so hard
Ravaged memory of char
Ashen Carnage is the theme
Must we one again do harm? Da
Age and Wisdom lend no charm

poe boy sandwich

we poets do have a proclivity
to suffer excesses insightfully
it may be a high sensitivity
that brings us to brinks so benightedly

and teetering so on a precipice
delivers such singular ecstasies
and tasting e’en hellish delights and bliss
gives us the incentive to wrest and seize

my devil is action/risk/taking chances
another’s is wine and another’s is shopping
transportative realms which a vice enhances
all keep purgatorial legions hopping

our patron saints are edgar allan poe
and e st v millay; a way we go…

Fresh out of the kiln, here’s one of my more successful cut-lidded forms. The unglazed underside shows a charcoal-black clay body. Heat and gravity pulled the glaze down below the join, making for a delightful contrast. There might be a teapot in the future with this clay, glaze, and cut-lid approach.