Hi guys! As some of you know, I've been involved in creating AI art for almost two years. When I'm not building my own models, I use a lot of different Google Colab notebooks in my art. Even though there

It's quite disturbing to see how A.I. can fake art already. Do you believe A.I. can be creative? And if you do, how do you define creativity? And do you still believe in your own free will?

Salt. It powers the ion channels that gives them existence Responsible for the rising phase of action potentials, it gave them the capacity to speak to each other And speak to themselves The Cnidarians

Vision of Fantasy Waterfalls (VQGAN+Clip) ▶️ 3Speak

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwWEv3MD3HY

hello friends, I like a lot the GAN artificial intelligence the various algorithms that are emerging ... so I decided to create a new collection of NFTshowroom and experiment a bit with this technology

Attestation: "The artwork stored in NFTEA.CONTROL is original and no prior tokenization exists or has been authorized by me." Narrative: "Input: control authority curb discipline domination

Attestation: "The artwork stored in NFTEA.CHANGE is original and no prior tokenization exists or has been authorized by me." Narrative: "Input: change adjustment adapt diverge diversify

Attestation: "The artwork stored in NFTEA.CHANCE is original and no prior tokenization exists or has been authorized by me." Narrative: "Input: chance likelihood odds opportunity prospect

Attestation: "The artwork stored in NFTEA.COPYB is original and no prior tokenization exists or has been authorized by me." Narrative: "Input: copy imitate photocopy plagiarize repeat replicate

A look at the hidden information stored on the pictures you created with the VQGAN+CLIP colab notebook.

your mum, in a pub, with sailors

I've been fascinated by some of the recent AI-generated work that's been posted here recently - previously, whatever I saw was just "meh, wtf is that half-formed thing?", but others posting here

Memories of death and flesh, the very air, the earth, and the sky had been filling them. The last thing they remembered was the thought, "Is this not heaven? But it was hell". Recuerdos de muerte

It was said that the Bell of the Abundance was able to grant any wish. Its home was the sacred city of Aureous, known by a beauty that no one could not reach. It gave to those who knew it the power to

I am the child who walked over the flames. With stone face and the heart turned to ashes. Who dwells in the shadow of the tree of life, and over his head hang the most bitter fruits. Soy el niño que caminó

It was a place of beauty I had never seen. The light was like nothing I had ever seen before. Like a kaleidoscope, a rainbow. Of colors. of light. For me this was one of my most beautiful memories. In

It was a place of beauty I had never seen. The light was like nothing I had ever seen before. Like a kaleidoscope, a rainbow. Of colors. of light. For me this was one of my most beautiful memories. In

A city guide from a mysterious town that might not exist, fully illustrated and decrypted with help of our AI.

And I saw a temple, so majestic, that its beauty was like the daylight going through my eyes, until touch my soul. How clueless I was, it was that place where I would pay tribute to my demons. Y vi un