new media artist / ex photographer playing with ai art for sale / transient.xyz/@booter
Sacred Skin - A Series His chest is open. Not torn. Not wounded. Opened, the way you open a book. And inside, lit from within, the Sistine Chapel ceiling is glowing. That image has not left me since I
Every fire emoji I send comes with a sense of guilt. It's not critique, it's not constructive feedback, it's a reflex. I've heard it mentioned more than once in X spaces: our community is starving for
