Surreal Waterfall

AI Art

Recently I have taken an interest in evolving my photography into more surreal artworks. I am not a digital painter, but cutting edge, computer art generators have given me a new way to experiment with my images. The starting image for the piece above was one of my own photographs. There is a mysterious quality to it that I find intriguing, yet off-putting.

While I am enjoying the ability to be unexpectedly and spontaneously creative, I do find the lack of control with such art tools frustrating. You never know what exactly you are going to get. I also do not believe it is possible for computer-generated art to surpass what God’s art: nature. There is something magical about being present in nature, capturing it as it is with photography. Nature photography will thus probably always be my first love when it comes to artistic expression.

What do you think? Do you enjoy more surreal, even fantastical, art pieces? Or maybe do you prefer the straightforward beauty of nature?

When Ice and Fire Meet (Fiction)


Below is a brief experiment of mine in surrealist, fantasy fiction. I suppose it has more literary leanings than genre fiction. If abstract and strange stories are your thing, then enjoy!

I breathe out, and streams of ice pour into space. A few stars, red and ancient, fall. I pull back my hair. A few planets part as my hair sweeps through.  Two moons crash together, turning to dust. By my own power, I stand, for there’s nothing to stand on. I glow white against the dark. I ran my hands through the void. There’s nothing. 

I sink to sit in nothing. I smooth out a skirt made of airy nothing. The fabric drifts and flows before settling around my legs like a dead thing. I again braid the measureless miles of my hair. To think, I wished for this! When everything crashed in, this isolation saved me. Or so I thought. If only the silence would break. If something would just move.

My world cracks. A hand, black as my surroundings, reaches in. Embers fly through the rip in my reality. I should move away, but I reach for this light! A Soul pokes his head through. His fire eyes take me in. I know him. He – the reason I made this void to hide in. I stretch out my hand. Ice flows from my fingers. A cold curtain surrounds me. This is what I want. 

Flames lick at my ice walls. I strengthen what I’ve built – yet he breaks through, and reaches in, taking my hand. His touch burns. He closes his eyes tight; I know my ice hurts him as his fire burns me. Then he looks at me. I see the past again: when his sword ran me through and when my dagger pierced his heart. And the old world bled with us. 

We float. He reaches for my other hand but stops short. He searches my face. Forgive me, his eyes say. Maybe, if it’s not too late, we can start again. There’s nothing to lose, for what are we now but the ghosts of gods? We did it to ourselves in our final battle.

I take his other hand, and he pulls me from my void. I enter somewhere new. It’s cold, and there’s no sound. But there are living stars – more than I count. A young galaxy stretches before us. This – a new universe, made from the ashes of the old? He pulls me close, and I wrap my arms around him.