Nothing is Real

The images below are a small selection from many hundreds of images I've generated with a stable diffusion model that I've implemented using a single RTX 3090 at home. They are from many different variations of so-called "prompts" - or how we used to describe images found on stock photography websites for accessibility purposes.

None of these are "real" images, and yet here they are. I wanted them to be as weird and strange as possible, and so I use odd ways of describing things in order to see what the model would produce. The results range from beautiful, sublime, dreamlike, and sometimes nightmarish. None of these are what I would consider worthy of presentation in a professional capacity - in a gallery for example - but as stock for my own future artistic explorations they may suffice.

I haven't used any of them yet for new works.

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From Isaac Asimov's Robot Dreams

Light Verse (excerpt)


Mr. Travis arrived rather late. He had made one last attempt at a
light-sculpture and had failed dismally.
He greeted Mrs. Lardner with a kind of puzzled respect and said, 
"That was a peculiar robot who took my hat and coat." 
"That is Max," said Mrs. Lardner. 
"He is quite maladjusted, and he's a fairly old model. How is it you 
did not return it to the factory?" 
"Oh, no," said Mrs. Lardner. "It would be too much trouble." 
"None at all, Mrs. Lardner," said Travis. "You would be surprised
how simple a task it was. Since I am with U. S. Robots, I took the 
liberty of adjusting him myself. It took no time and you'll find he is 
now in perfect working order." 
A queer change came over Mrs. Lardner's face. Fury found a place
on it for the first time in her gentle life, and it was as though the lines 
did not know how to form. 
"You adjusted him?" she shrieked. "But it was he who created my
light-sculptures. It was the maladjustment, the maladjustment, which 
you can never restore, that--that--"
It was really unfortunate that she had been showing her collection
at the time and that the jeweled dagger from Cambodia was on the 
marble tabletop before her. 
Travis's face was also distorted. "You mean if I had studied his 
uniquely maladjusted positronic brain-paths I might have learned--" 
She lunged with the knife too quickly for anyone to stop her and
he did not try to dodge. Some said he came to meet it--as though he
wanted to die.