weyd

I just can't think today.

I was going to write about why I feel the way I do about using the word 'training' for ai. Or maybe the reason in my own words why I don't believe that ai is actually intelligent. Or how we can see ourselves reflected back at us in ai. But my brain isn't working that way.

So, I'm going to write about how I haven't carved in a month. How I have unfinished pieces all over. The basement, the barn and the front porch. How all the potential of the creatures I create is sitting somewhere waiting to become.

I haven't painted in longer. I have at least a dozen unfinished sweaters. All of my own design. I have walls that need touching up where paint has gotten nicked and I'm in the middle of writing a book I truly hope to have published.

I have weyd to test. But my brain isn't working well enough to set up the models, estimate the cost and run the tests. Then I would have to look at the results and actually do something about them.

I have boxes of glass and the tools to cut and wrap it. I have a forge and an anvil. But I can't get myself out there to use it. Woodworking tools, from the sawmill to the table saw and sanders.

I don't just have writer's block, I have life block.

Blogs aren't meant to show you pictures. What you get is thoughts and feelings. If I could, I'd show you the house I got to design and build myself. Pictures of the bears, foxes and even moose and her calf at my backdoor.

Odds are good I don't have it in me to even find the pictures on my computer and put them here.

That's the day it is.

I did weed some and pinch my basil. I planted some herbs in pots and cleaned my front porch for company tomorrow. One of my sisters that I see like once every ten years. Because I moved away for love and to be honest, seeing family once or twice a decade fits my personality.

Though my dad is 91 and I know he won't be with us much longer. My dad who taught me, "If you want something done right, do it yourself." And "Measure twice, cut once." He always believed in me. He believed in all five of his daughters. He always saw the best in us and nurtured and took an interest in it. One of my sisters told me he talks about my art in a gallery like he knows someone famous.

So, there you have my brain not working today. Maybe tomorrow I can get the words to align themselves right and make a coherent page about how an artist with nearly no tech training feels about using ai.

But I can leave you with this as the newest medium I work in: gemel.art