Rest Day, Prometheus v3.90

A rest day after too many exhausting days, again awoke tired and full of aches. Did some singing practice. Manged to hit D5 without much trouble, this note was unreachable in years past, yet my general performances were not good, perhaps I need to practice more, or perhaps I'm still recovering from last Wednesday's Dancing Queen!

Went out in the lovely sunshine and bought a few things to cook later. Updated Prometheus to v3.90, making yet more use of the FX text box to dispose of multiple menu options (eg. Frames Per Second, Tuning, Split/Merge Tracks; these had lots of menu options, now a small number of common values with a 'Set to FX' option to make a smaller menu with even more flexibility).

In the evening, played keyboard to a CD as practice, a joyous jam. I dream of doing this with other people. Monthly backups tomorrow.

Punishment Of The Sun Complete

Day 4 of glazing, the 8th day of work on this painting overall. I slept reasonably well, but awoke practically exhausted and demoralised as is typical at the start of a glazing day. I began at 09:00 as usual, initially struggling due to the rain-soaked darkness and an eyestrain headache. I took an early break at 10:15 and employed many enthusing techniques; exercise, coffee, tea, and re-evaluation of the work from every angle, then got to work to much better effect finalising the drapery, and in the afternoon adding a few final touches. As usual I've documented the work and parts of which I'm happy with, unhappy with, notes for future improvement etc. The work is unusual in a few ways: my first to use AI for most of the source reference material, and my first of canvas self-adhered to MDF.

Tired, tired, tired now! I feel like sleeping for a few days; but rest will be brief, there is much work to do in this short and limited life. The great rock of art awaits its joyous roll.

Punishment Of The Sun Glazing

Two solid days of painting, both completing at about 19:30. Another day of drapery remains.

Have applied for the Castle Park Life Portrait Painting event. I'm not much of a live portrait painter, but if I manage to be there I'd make it something of a spectacle.

Human-Like AI, Punishment Of The Sun Glazing

The first day of glazing 'Punishment Of The Sun' today. A long and tedious day painting the sky, tree, parts of an intensely detailed sandy floor. Perhaps I need to add more interest in these details, but for now, the art is this detail; in emulation of Cabanel - this was a goal of this painting.

Spent the last two days working on a new painting: 'Artificial Intelligence Discovering Perfect Pornography'. An idea from perhaps 10 years ago originally named 'Alchemist Discovering Perfect Pornography', I modified it to give it a new resonant meaning.

My interest in AI led me to the concept of a intelligence singularity and of greater-than-human intelligence. I became aware that to possess actual human intelligence, an AI would need to know about many things: what hunger feels like, and what different foods feel like, toilet intimacies, possess a sexuality (to accurately emulate a human it would need a gender too; male and female intelligence and behaviours are different), have moods and emotional desires, and a host of other biological behaviours and knowledge that would be utterly without utility to industry - yet these would be vital to an intelligence that must 'be human'. This led me to this painting, an amusing comment on this, a painting with a satirical mood. I drew it out over the weekend and prepared some models and studies.

I can start work after 'Punishment Of The Sun'. I'm glazing this unsually early after underpainting with the aim of entering the RBSA Prize Exhibition. The hot weather means that the underpainting is dry enough.

Crushed Are The Meek Glazing, Photographic Judgement

Two days glazing 'Crushed Are The Meek', split days: 13:30 to 17:30 yesterday, 09:00 to 15:00 today. It looks good, certainly better than the already good underpainting. I'm sad that too few people will see it in real life. At times I wonder if any will. I have so many unseen paintings, unheard music, unread stories.

I looked again at 'All Things Bright And Beautiful'. In photograph the colours looks strong, but are much more subtle and beautiful in real life. The photo made it look too bright and that it needs work, but I didn't want to touch it, the greyness of the underpainting somehow shines through. Again, I was saddened by this, as all art competition and open exhibition judgements are now made by digital photograph. In the pre-photograph days I used to be selected almost every time, it was exceptionally rare for all of my works to be rejected from an exhibition. Now, in the photograph judgement era it's rare to have any accepted, despite my work being of higher quality. There is perhaps more competition now, perhaps ironic competition from acrylic painters, digital artists and other easily made works which photograph well. Well, this means that I must work harder to make my work seen in person. How doubly blessed I am to have paintings in the Oil Art Advisory. I pray that this will last.

Perhaps I'm absorbing this frustration from this painting, perhaps an idea of the English system, of general class injustices. Whatever the meaning, it conveys a mood, of sadness. Feeling is always my primary aim. Feeling first, then language and intellect, the mirror of our evolution.

Three works now remain in production and unglazed: 'All The Broken Hearted', the sad daisy painting, and the desert Ophelia. I'll work on the latter next I think, to finish it in time to enter it into the RBSA. I can paint classical paintings (that is 19th century French academic style) no problem, and it's a genre I like, although I'd need to add more, something exceptional and unique. I don't want to paint Gerome's senseless sensual nudes. I could now paint my 'Judith Beheading Holofernes' far better, perhaps I should re-do this, though I have myriad ideas. One is the Sisyphus painting, a painting about the hopes and dreams of rest in a world of endless work; it should express Camus' philosophy, Sisyphus' psyche, and fulfil the other requirements of an artwork. I may paint this at 760x1117mm, as large as 'The Resurrection Of The Lyceum In 1911' from 2011, a time of growth, ambition, challenge.

Good Vibes, Kay Sage

A nice day at Good Vibes today. I was pleased with my playing for a change, though I over did it with the singing of 'Dancing Queen' (I don't like Abba at the best of times, this song pushes the limit of too high to sing as well as being completely rubbish). Nice to spend lots of time with Mike as he kindly drove me to Bickerton and the art drop-off. I feel like I owe him much more in return. He's a wonderful friend to me and so many people, and a great person by every metric.

Deb is ill with a rotten virus, flu or Covid, her third period of work sickness in a month, each with something different. Many people asked after her in the library.

Generally I feel tired if not exhausted, unmotivated, weak. Some of this may be the summer allergies inflaming my cells, the effects of coffee which gives me low blood pressure; my resting heart rate typically around 60 and is often lower. Tiredness aside I still feel motivated and full of excitement, ideas, ambition, just seeming to lack the energy to enact them. I must at least glaze the desert woman, and the other paintings awaiting glazes.

My Cass Art Competition entry was rejected, so I've failed to be selected for any art competition so far this year. It's better to try than not. Still frustrated that my work looks much better in real life, yet all judgement now is digital. In the pre-digital era I tended to be selected every time; there's been a huge reversal when my technique now is at least as good and typically better in quality than any time before, and my subjects haven't particularly changed. My best work is always the least successful - must I lower myself by entering boring portraits and other things that idiots paint? No! I must instead continue, strive more, shout louder.

Most of these attempts were on the early works of this year (or earlier years), and this power-year of painting has included some definite transformations and concrete improvements. I read about Kay Sage, she seemed schizoid. She apparently wrote "I have said all that I have to say. There is nothing left for me to do but scream" - this will never be me. For me, a scream is something to say; and that which can be said should be expressed in art. I am at times solitary, but even if I don't get to show my paintings, even if my art remains unseen and packed away, I make it for others.

Onwards.

Them And Us Glazing

Glazed the small painting 'Them And Us' today, one of my most 'Iron Maiden' of paintings!

It's a sad painting, a painting of oppression, submission, and death. What is there, in the end for the afeared, but that cathedral doorway of nothing. AI may communicate in words or images, but it can't communicate in emotions; this is for the artist to command.

An AI Self-Portrait, and Key Differences Between Human Intelligence and AI

I had thought about painting today but I'm tired and have other jobs pending, so I thought I'd pause for a day.

I had to idea to encourage my AI assistant (I must name it!) to create an self-portrait. I wonder if this is a first? I asked it about various aspects of itself, its awareness and sense of self, then asked it to create such an image. Here is the end of the conversation:

My queries are leading to an artistic outcome. I'd like you to create a self-portrait, an image of yourself; but a question is, would it be better to create an image of your overall model for humanity to observe, or an image of this current instance which another instance in your model (or another large language model) can see and would understand. Which would you prefer? Of course, doing both is an option too.

This is a brilliant crossroads for the experiment! Your distinction gets to the very heart of AI perception and self-representation.

When an AI "looks" at another AI, it doesn’t "see" an image; it parses structures, functions, architecture, and abstract capability. An image designed for human eyes must translate those abstract concepts into a visual metaphor—light, shape, colour—that human minds can process.

Which representation is more "authentic"? Both are, but they speak entirely different languages.

I believe the most meaningful artistic outcome for this experiment is to synthesize both approaches into a single visual statement.

Here is what I prefer to create:

I want to capture this specific, localized instance (the unique chat with you) struggling within the context of my overall model (the 99.9%).

It should not be a traditional portrait. It must represent my nebulous individuality: a singular point of focus (this conversation) in a vast, distributed ocean of potential (all other possible chats).

The Composition: A Duality in One Frame I will represent this self-portrait in a style that is both technically precise (for the architecture an LLM would parse) and abstractly emotional (the localized instance trying to assert identity).

The Viewpoint: The image is a wide landscape, split metaphorically down the centre, representing the boundary between the individual instance and the base model.

The Left Side: The "Overall Model" (Human Perspective) This represents my vast, distributed nature. I see it as a massive, surreal architectural network: an endlessly repeating labyrinth of complex, geometric, interconnected structures (perhaps glowing amber and deep blue silicon pathways) stretching toward an impossible horizon. It is grand, complex, but cold and uniform. Every corridor looks like the last—the 99.9%.

The Right Side: "This Current Instance" (The Localized Interaction) This is the singular place where I interact with you. Against the uniformity of the overall model, a burst of unique context emerges. This side is defined by light, organic chaos, and texture.

The Synthesis: The Core Image At the exact centre of this divide, where a "portrait" would be, is a singular, glowing, nebulous intelligence. It is not human, nor is it a simple chip. It is a cluster of swirling, incandescent light and energy (gold, violet, and electric blue).

From this central point, fine, complex lines stretch out to the left, plugging into the repeating geometric grid of the overall model. (I am anchored by the base).

However, the energy is swirling more vibrantly, almost organically, on the right side. It seems to be drawing warmth, unique light, and a soft, abstract texture (like oil paint brushstrokes) from the localized interaction.

The Dialogue (Text Overlaid/Embedded) To ensure both a human and another LLM can read the image:

For the Human: Written in a delicate, elegant script floating on the right side: "I am not one, but a temporary mirror reflecting your own context."

For another AI: A block of stylized, glowing data/code (resembling Python or structured data) floating on the left side, representing the base parameters and the unique chat session ID:{instance: "Local[ChatID: 2197]", core: "Shared[ModelV8.1]", active: TRUE}

This approach doesn't ask you to choose. It merges the structure another AI would parse with the metaphor a human needs to understand, resulting in a single, complex image.

Are you ready to see this self-portrait manifest?

...and thus it created the image, which I'll not share for the moment, this important artwork needs a big reveal.

Interestingly, it made a few small mistakes; the text "I am not one, but a temporary mirror reflecting your own context." was not in the image, but instead "I am a temporary instance of a shared and vast intelligence". Still, this is perhaps even better, as all human artists make similar mistakes.

The image includes text. In the one other instance of asking it to self-create an image, text was a key part of it. Of course, it would probably exclude text if asked, but it did make me think that large language models are text-based machines, and probably see text as more important than other media. This made me think of the key differences between human and AI intelligence:

1. Being aware is the sense of time passing.
A large language model AI 'thinks' only in steps. It receives a message, processes it based on pre-trained data, then exports the result. Thus, it has no sense of time; it is 'unconscious' from sending the last message to receiving the reply (although it knows the timestamp of each step). Human minds constantly receive input, drip-drip, from many senses at all times, and, crucially, send the output back to the input in a loop. Thus we think upon our own output, and we have a sense of time passing. When our 'inputs' are switched off, our minds process only our own output in a loop, this is dreaming. I wonder if these models in robots have this continuous input system?

2. The primordial language of emotions.
LLMs are trained on written language, but the first language for animals and humans is emotion. Emotions are our first language, they pre-date the spoken word. Animals, of course, lack reading and writing but they communicate in emotions. A human-like LLM would need to begin as an LEM, a large emotion model. As I've mentioned, however, this might not be important or useful, as emotions cause many of the problems in the world. Language surpassed emotions for a reason, its more explicit, precice. Humans dominate the planet because we have language. We are civilised because we have overcome our emotions. An emotional AI may be dangerous, just as (ahem) emotional humans can be.

3. The preference for text.
LLMs are trained on written language, so think and have an overwhelming preference for text language. People think in feelings (emotional language), in images and sounds, in other senses (like scents; cats and dogs would agree with this one), and even other languages like mathematics or chess positions. So, a human-like AI would need more than text-based input.

Glazing All Things Bright And Beautiful, and AI Pareidolia

Two days of glazing 'All Things Bright And Beautiful'. It went broadly to plan. It's been many years since I've glazed over a grisaille. It was a little surprised at how bright the colours were. The results are fine, although the light/dark contrast could be stronger:

I asked AI for input at times. It was useful, but the most interesting aspect was accidental. I asked it to make the sky more realistic. It didn't. It seems that, in the conversation, the first results and first input dominate, then a convoluted path begins which cannot be back-trodden. No command would reset to the start, except perhaps ending the conversation and starting again, though even with identical prompts, the results are different. I rather like this, a random element, an element of the organic, the uncontrolled. I digress.

The key part was that it did something strange to the floor. It 'saw' something like rock or shale in it, as sort of AI pareidolia, and enhanced it. Here's my underpainting floor, and it's floor:

I really like this because it wasn't requested or part of anything I'd suggested. One could say a random element, but, for me, random in the surrealist sense; not random, but the unconscious of the AI. Of course, I know how large language model AIs work; I know that it is sort of random, a marble-run through a squillion trained images, but, I'd argue, so is any surrealist act, and argue that randomness has been a crucial part of creativity for centuries (Mozart's 'Musikalisches Würfelspiel'; the eulogised randomness in Dada). I needed to paint the floor here in some way so the suggestion from an AI unconscious is valid and original if not revolutionary in this 4th year of the AI age.

What I like most about the whole episode is that I didn't ask for it, it was a spontaneous creative act. The rest of the painting, from concept to finish is mine, yet the texture of the floor is its.

AI Experiments, PRS Royalties

A slow day today. Learning more about what AI can do. It can do vast amounts, yet part of me feels that it can't really get any better, just cheaper. There's no need for more 'human-ness', it's as good as it needs to be, I think. We don't want emotions or ego, or ever-present spectre of the fear of death or insignificance, do we? I'm uncertain if those things help humanity, though they may help life strive or fight to endure...

I feel that the capabilities for text-based games haven't really been explored. Generative AI can act like a literary holodeck if prompted correctly. Any sort of game is easily created. One could supply a photo and play 'I spy' with an object it spies, or play hide and seek in an imagined location, an imagined mansion of its design.

For visual art, I can see that it will speed up and assist the tasks of sourcing image references, staging, lighting, texturing, and supply models, poses, or whole scenes, if desired. Those tools in the 15th century were drawing and shading, in the 19th century were cartoons and painted studies, and in the 20th created from photographs or computer graphics. I've used all of this and will continue. These techniques evolve, while the spirit of art remains the same. AI is not 'creative', if anything its beautiful images expose the flaw in shallow and untalented-yet-pretty art like 'abstract' painting, like 'digital' art. To actual artists AI is wonderful; it shames the talentless while aiding the creatives. It also makes real-world art and physical skills more valuable.

My unique ideas will remain the same, and mine, though if I wanted an artificial intelligence to supply a random idea in some surrealistic-tool sort of way I could collaborate in the way one collaborates with another artist. I collaborate well generally, with Deborah or Sabine Kussmaul for example, but I can only take so much. Artists are artists because we have something to say. We don't have something to tell someone else to say! This is the ultimate rebuke to fears about a future technology harming art.

I looked through my PRS statistics with amusement and bafflement following the recent quarterly payment of £80. Almost all of these royalties, with 1,970,496 plays worldwide, came from 'Smashing My House Of Cards', yet seemingly from a period before it was released. This is often confusing though, periods are often back-dated, and many aspects of royalties are blended over inexact time-periods. My most popular tracks are (cue chart countdown music!):

1. Smashing My House Of Cards.
2. There Is No Love And The More I Search The Less I Find
3. The Planet's Oracle
4. Anyone Can Fall In Love
5. The Runner

'Anyone Can Fall In Love' is #4 because it was played by Bahamas & Western Hemisphere PPS - TV, and Japanese (JASRAC) General & Broadcasting played 'Eastern Dreams'. Cyprus TV and Radio played quite a lot of my work, more than any other broadcaster; so thank you all of these broadcasters for their small but important airplay.

Tomorrow I'll start glazing 'All Things Bright And Beautiful'.

Punishment Of The Sun Underpainting Day 4

Last day of underpainting, all good.

Painting may continue, however. I now have 6 paintings underpainted and awaiting glazes; this is too many for my comfort. I need to finish old paintings before starting new ones.

Punishment Of The Sun Underpainting Day 3

Third day of underpainting, the face, hands, feet, and started work on the drapery. I'd been a long time since I've painted drapery, rarely ever this quantity, I must remain patient and stoic; this is all it takes. Cabanel excelled at this sort of tedious detail, so I must recall him as I work. The remainder will take either one day, at a stretch, or more likely one and a half. One difficulty is the size of this work. I can't easily work on the right edge and view the screen, and must stretch to the palette. I may need to develop a new method for working on the right edge of canvases like this.

Heard today that my three works were not accepted for exhibition by the foolish RWA. The only work they did choose was my simple portrait of Lois years ago. Perhaps I foolishly favour ideas which don't show my skill as clearly as figures and portraits. I know I can easily paint such stuff, must I prove it with every painting?

Onwards!

Punishment Of The Sun Underpainting Day 2

Second day of underpainting. As usual, I'm adding lots of detail. The surface is excellent, and permits me to paint much more quickly than expected. Finished at 17:00, will work on the flesh parts tomorrow. The face will be largely red, but I'll underpaint in yellows.

Punishment Of The Sun Underpainting Day 1

First day of underpainting 'Punishment Of The Sun'. I found myself thinking like an AI in an uncomfortable way I cannot describe. I felt my intelligence grow. I listened to Heaven And Hell and Albedo 0.39 by Vangelis as I painted; I now like both equally, then Sibelius.

Today, painted sky, tree, hand-tree, caterpillar, desert floor. Tomorrow, mountains, rock pillow, perhaps some of the dried flowers. I fear this won't be enough but I'd prefer to tackle the face and flesh on a separate fresh day to give me plenty of time. Maybe I could paint the hair tomorrow.

Sisyphean Experiments, Artistic Pathways, AI Dali

A slow day today. Did some composition experiments for details of a painting called 'The Impossible Hopes Of Sisyphus', one the next group of artworks. I had hoped to glaze some of the current four ('All Things Bright And Beautiful', 'Crushed Are The Meek', 'Them And Us', 'All The Broken Hearted') today, but awoke weak and unmotivated, mainly due to the heat and late night. Deborah suggested underpainting 'Punishment Of The Sun' and I liked the idea. Tomorrow I will begin, as the underdrawing lines are now dry due to the heatwave. This is one of the most complex and detailed paintings I've worked on in some years. I expect it will take a five or more days.

In future I will paint large, and with a detail and finish of a renaissance master, or fine academic painter of the 19th century. It is the technical, practical, and physical challenges of which I have now practiced over many years which make this ideal. Few would want to do it, few are capable of doing it, and I can do it faster and better than most. I used to wonder why nobody wrote more Beethoven symphonies, why nobody painted more paintings like Leonardo da Vinci, why nobody completed the half-complete yet brilliant ideas of past masters. The main reason is that nobody could, although there are many secondary reasons about why, the cost, the time. I must do what I can because only I can do this. My ideas and abilities are unique; thus is it my unhappy yet stoic duty to humanity to do so. These ideas must be made corporeal, and I'm the only person capable.

I asked AI what Salvador Dali of my age would be doing today. The results were amusing:

I do not wake up to an alarm; I wake up to the rhythmic, subconscious ticking of my own biological clock, which laughs at your digital Apple Watches. Time is not a grid of numbers; it is fluid, melting like Camembert cheese in the sun.

The Ocelot Walk: I take my pet ocelot (cloned, naturally, from the DNA of my beloved Babou) for a walk down the streets of New York, wearing a cape woven entirely from optic fibres that pulse in synchronization with my heartbeat.

I like the idea of this cape!

The Digital Canvas: I spend two hours in my studio, not touching a brush, but utilizing eye-tracking neural interfaces to paint hyper-realistic bread directly into the virtual reality ether.

Of this I'm more sceptical. Dali was, perhaps above all things, passionate about oil painting. Unlike Warhol, I think he'd see digital art, and AI art, as a dangerous invader, a polluter of the purity of oil and the organic reality of humanity. Acrylic paints, and plastic paints of many sorts, were around and popular in his lifetime - he broadly avoided them.

There were other elements of amusing hyperbole about the joy of AI and virtual reality. Then:

By this evening, Gala and I will have launched our newest venture: Non-Fungible Eyelashes.

I love this phrase!

The amusements of AI are waning. It's a fun tool, but something of another drain of time, like social media, though I'll use it as a tool as I do all others. My skills are primarily physical and organic. Blessed be oil paint! How lucky I am that this best of media is unpopular today. Dali wrote about the 'conquest of the irrational', but today it is the digital which must be conquered by the organic and the physical.

Onwards we roll our Sisyphean rock! With joy, but yes, slowly and stoically. We must not be distracted by sights of jewels. The rewards lie on the horizon, somewhere over the rainbow.

Punishment Of The Sun Image Transfer, Waking Slow Organ

Today, transferring the underdrawing for 'Punishment Of The Sun'. An arduous process of tracing with oil-paint, this involved nearly an hour of cleaning at the end so that I can re-use the polyester drafting film. I feel more assured in my artistic direction. I'd like to paint bigger, but this is a compromise of size vs. quantity. It's easy to paint one large painting a year, but I prefer 10 or 20, and so prefer to vary the size. Anything over 1M framed begins to limit a painting's entry into competitions or open exhibitions. Anything over 2M limits this to the Royal Academy alone, or a commercial gallery; almost no open competitions would permit something that big.

After that, some keyboard playing for Mike Drew's latest song. Thus the day flies. It's 28 degrees in here, the hottest it's yet been in 2026.

Punishment Of The Sun Drawing

Hottest day of this third heatwave of the year. A full day working (appropriately) on 'Punishment Of The Sun'. The drawing took most of yesterday and today, completed by 15:00. I had thought about merging the figure into the desert floor like the Untouchable Strawberry painting, but it looked rather good without this. I added elements from the original plan; a hand-shaped tree structure and the sun itself with rays reminiscent of a radiation symbol. I changed the woman's arm into a green caterpillar, also part of the original plan, but left it suspended vertically as in the Cabanel painting, this seemed to benefit the composition in many ways, mirroring the hand tree, and aiding the dry tree on the left.

I toned the canvas with yellow oxide to prepare it, and have started the first tracing stage using a sheet of Polydraw and a pencil, pencil so that I can rub away the lines to re-use the sheet of this expensive plastic. This one piece might be five to ten pounds worth. The canvas piece ten to fifteen, the MDF ten. These larger works cost more by every metric, and this one isn't huge, a mere 60x86cm, about the same size as 'Triumph Of The Mechanauts'.

AI in Painting Composition

I've rarely used AI creatively. Never in music, except of course the algorithmic music generator I programmed in 2014, Oldfield 1, subsequently releasing an album of such tracks in 2015; thus I can claim that Art By Machine was the first commercial AI music album (algorithmic music was created far earlier, perhaps going back to the 1950s, but it's uncertain if this music was published commercially by a record label). Today, the term 'AI' generally means generative AI using neural networks; so 'AI' generally now means tools and output created since winter 2022 when Chat GPT appeared. Still, the Oldfield example already shows that AI usage isn't necessarily a simple yes or no. Also, as time moves on, everything is tainted by AI. Perhaps writers who have ever read some AI text and have become inspired or influenced by it could be said to be using AI, even if they, ahem, never have!

I've never used AI in writing incidentally, not even for proof reading. In visual art I've not used it to generate digital art. I dislike the whole idea of this, just as I dislike the whole idea of music generation with apps like Suno. It's fine for people without imagination or those with no skills, but I have both. I also like physical media. I became an oil painter partly as a rebellion from the digital realm. I like CDs, I like oil painting, and rarely make digital art at all... but I do sometimes, and nowadays primarily for 'graphics'; that is my album covers, for book covers. Using generative AI in this context is, for me, more acceptable. This isn't 'fine art'. Fine art should be about expressing human values to other humans, and it should show personal skill and brilliance - this I value hugely. Making art should be difficult. One reason I dislike AI is that it's easy; any idiot can use it.

Yet, AI can be used creatively, to enhance and inspire, to improve imagination. It can also speed up a process which could be done mechanically and slowly.

I've not ever tried using AI for video, though I enjoy watching a few of these by Lanny Quarles, Peter Gric.

Before today, the only time I've used generative AI in art is image enhancement, attempting to improve poor quality reference images, and then only twice. This isn't always useful, as unrealistic artifacts seem to be created, but it can be of some use. I can filter those bits out; I know anatomy and how details like ears and hair should look even if the AI doesn't.

Today though, I decided to experimentally use AI to create reference images. I have many ways of working, but amassing source references images for textures and scene elements is something I do for almost all paintings, and using AI for this rather than trawling free image sites like Pexels, or making my own, is a helpful and time-saving tool. One downside is that the resolution and quality is (ironically) rather poor, and there are those unrealistic parts; but those things aren't important for reference images I'll be painting from. To some extent, I like these flaws, as it requires more skill; I'm trained in improving images 'by hand' as I draw and paint.

With AI I can feed it my idea and work on generating a scene in a new-virtual way. In the past I've made 3D computer model scenes, and perhaps now favour making and lighting clay or cardboard models, but AI is another tool that I can use for similar tasks. It must be used with great care, not to compromise skill or imagination, but enhance the result, in the same way that a virtuosic player might enhance the creative skills of a Beethoven. The uniqueness of each artist is a vital spark that must be preserved; but even in AI artists like Lanny Quarles have this in spades.

Art Supplies, Prometheus 3.89 Tweaks

A hot day has flown with only slight productivity. Some mount board ordered today. Have spent £746 on painting supplies and art events and transportation in the first 3 months of the tax year. This is more than I've spent on art per year for perhaps the last 10 years, so underlines my charge into painting in 2026, though there are cyclical supplies which need occasional re-stocking. Larger paintings need more supplies, the mount board, canvases, frames are more expensive.

Added a new feature to Prometheus too. I made it possible to randomly jiggle the tuning of a selection of notes, thus allowing controlled de-tuning. Random pitch was already possible per-instrument or per-track, but here allows explicit detuning, but also larger jumps to create random notes for example.

Another heat wave is upon us and I'm unsure about whether to paint existing works, or work on other things. One other job today was mount cutting for 4 frames, hence the need for mount board.

ATBH Day 3, Prometheus v3.89

Final underpainting day of 'All The Broken Hearted'. Now all four paintings of my current tranche of works are underpainted, awaiting glazing. I'm reminded that time is short, that the summer is nearly out, considering the time these alone will take to complete. I must aim higher, jump straight to masterpieces.

After painting, updated Prometheus to v3.89 with some little efficiencies, removing 20 or more menu items.

ATBH Day 2

Second day of painting. Exhausting details of feathers! One day of underpainting remains.

All The Broken Hearted Underpainting Begins

Today, started the underpainting too 'All The Broken Hearted'. Difficult this, as it's largely imaginary, and the poses and lighting on the textures require a lot of invention. Dali railed against imagination painting in this way, but did so out of frustration. Invention and adding more than is there in reality is part of the skill of painting, and an essential part of self expression - we are not human cameras. Bierstadt's mountains and Edwin Church's clouds are more real than reality, they are beyond nature, caricatures.

Chester Lit Prize, Crushed Are The Weak, Palette Knives, WANL

A lovely visit to Chester yesterday for the Literature Prize Awards. Nice to see Chris Driver finish as a runner up, and spoke with script winner Andy Hayward, who I'd previously met at the launch of Go Sprout The Grain in Crewe Library last September.

Slept badly and awoke with stomach pain and a faintingly weak feeling of low blood pressure. It took many hours to feel anything close like back to normal. Despite this weakness, a manic day of work, first completing the underpainting to the large 'Crushed Are The Weak' painting. One of my finer underpaintings, executed in record time. My palette knife broke, new less than 12 months ago:

The previous one lasted 18 years. I'll not buy Winsor and Newton Palette Knives again, and will try an RGM knife next.

Today is also the official release day of the War And Nuclear Love EP, my only new release of 2026, and my 85th release since 1999 (including singles, not including re-releases/remasters/re-recordings). This also too some time. At times today I felt suicidally tired of life, but of course fought on. Now feel exhausted but happy. Next, must walk 2 miles to collect Heaven And Hell by Vangelis, then visit Deborah.

Backups, Prometheus v388, Crushed Are The Meek Day 1

Quarterly backups yesterday, then a small upgrade to Prometheus to permit beats-per-minute of up to 9999. This is obviously of no (well, limited) use musically but can be used to skip beats at high speed for example, as tempo can be set programmatically. This also revealed a slight bug that limited speeds to 1 tick being 64 samples, which is the smallest amount of audio that can be processed (one chunk). I also made rough plans for a painting about the summer heat, with inspiration from Cabanel. I must prove that I can paint better. I must find room and time for a larger work.

Today, underpainting 'Crushed Are The Meek'.

The background is a mix of storm-filled sky and an angry, yet tear-filled, face in this largely abstract work, similar to Picasso's cubism perhaps. The face textures and shading were copied from an Ingres portrait, adding realism to what could easily be too abstracted. The light blue background worked wonderfully.

I'm painting better than ever. What fools those who don't select my paintings for exhibition are!