Search This Blog

Friday, September 22, 2023

AI Art technique: The Bazaar

I use a few different AI programmes, and this one permits the creation of one's own styles and defaults.  The process I have created is cribbed from an existing, but now broken, one which had been used with a prior generation of image modelling.  It requires pretty strict definition in the prompt to get good results, otherwise it looks like a depressing cartoon.

The Bazaar
(c) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Six of Wands

My Love


Thursday, September 21, 2023



Wednesday, September 20, 2023

Excerpt: Chapter 27 (Book II)

(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Geaselle looked then, with the pause afforded them, into her lover's eyes of blackened fire; her lips formed a kiss.  Ayrqthon, like an iron pillar in the dust storm of the ephemeral, stood motionless, dwelt in a timelessness which cast its long shadow like a gnomon to the ages, and in that long then of their shared experience, conveyed with his slightest facial expression, his desire to know more, to know of her, to know her, completely.  Geaselle the Tsawbrer of Dabil Arasoya shone, back-lit, with black flames set against the thin veneer of whitewash with which his world was covered.  Ayrqthon stepped forward and took her hand, and bowed, and kissed it. 

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

That's _so_ URUTSK!


Monday, September 18, 2023

Autumnal Equinox is at 0249 AM Eastern, Sept. 23



(c) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved


Sunday, September 17, 2023

Post-Post-Apocalyptic NeoFeudal Technocracy




Friday, September 15, 2023


     “Strive and succeed in all your labours.
    “See with His eyes in the dark of your lives.
    “May you be made strong in your strivings,
    “and steadfast through the night.
    “May shade rest upon your labours all around,
    “hedge and hem that you should know:
    “His blessings so abound.”




Wednesday, September 13, 2023

Colour My World


Tuesday, September 12, 2023

A Little at a Time


Monday, September 11, 2023

Sunset Cove 1st Pass

Perhaps another bit of watercolour before gouache and then pen:


Sunday, September 10, 2023

How Many Miles...


...may I walk with Thee, my Love?

Saturday, September 9, 2023

Temple Complex


(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Imagine: a square

within, -open air;

four pillars, light

-and dark, in pairs.

Galactic arc overhead,

nighttime scene in bed.

Dream, but one well fed;

silken covers black & red.

In recline I wander nightly,

mind shining so very brightly.

My reflection appears to me,

and thinking, she too can see.

Silver radiant mist surround,

prismatic colours abound,

distorted syncopation profound,

interpolated sense' confound.

Ghostly, shadow electric,

a profusion so eclectic;

thoughts come thither to me:

incantations, So Mote it Be!

Torches burn brightly in the night,

a power stronger than mere might,

a whispered scent of precious sight,

colours louder than they are light.

Stars, not-falling, arc-overhead;

this nighttime scene in my bed,

a sort of dream, but one instead

which soothes aches, both hurt & dread.

This square: imagination

not unfounded, -with intention

pure, beyond circumspection:

innovation and not invention.

One must get one's feet wet...
See You there Midnight


Friday, September 8, 2023

Shmaesa Ayor Kirmarikhle

"I Walk the Sublime Path"

Who is that on the balcony?

Thursday, September 7, 2023

One of a series

I created a slew of images on this theme, dozens.  This one has a nice mix of stylistic elements, colours and content based on my goals.
My plan is to be able to more and more closely render a mix of watercolour, gouache, and ink physical media to match this theme.
Wish me luck.


Wednesday, September 6, 2023

THE ROAD BY AUTUMN (one year anniversary)

(C) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

Hearing your voice: golden leaves are falling.

Endless empty hours while away the days.

We communicate another way: --thence, you

grant new vistas, and I feel the songs,

with upturn'ed thumb, to count the views.

To be there before the leaves have fallen,

there before her day, or mine comes 'round.

Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'

Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.

For I cannot longer linger on, my wake

a train of Autumn's colours, aswirl behind;

Blind I speed your mottled realm, by

instinct, onward rising urgence-sake.

The road by Autumn, afore November's Fire.

To be there before the leaves have fallen,

there before her day, or mine comes 'round.

Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'

Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.

Golden leaves a'falling, tis'your voice I'm hearing.


 o Today's rainy inspiration.

Tuesday, September 5, 2023



Monday, September 4, 2023

One Year Ago Today

My life was changed for the better.
Here's to future hope.

Have a lovely day as beautiful as you are.

Sunday, September 3, 2023

3rd Watercolour

Some gouache added at the end.



I hope to have a new, actual physical media, water colour to show on Monday.


Saturday, September 2, 2023

Have's and Have-not's

Have all of my creative energy channeled into writing, AI and physical art, with daily 5 minutes guitar.  I have neglected my guitar chords for a style I haven't found anyone else performing, and it has taken me where I am now on the guitar, which its great, and brings me a little bit of pleasure, sense of control, and accomplishment.

Want to unite what I know about guitar into something seamless, where my chords and this new thing I'm doing, and scales, and ColorMusic's interdependent dynamics blend together emergently, but so far it hasn't hatched.
:: Suggestions for tending breakthroughs?

Haven't touched ARGUS or Auldgory in months.  I look at the character sheet, and although it is what I want, I have no gaming prospects in my future, even online, given my work schedule, and so gaming feels like a vestigial limb.  I daily look at a set of polyhedral dice, and can't even imagine meeting new gamers and dealing with whatever socio-political BS to which they are subscribed on my weekends.
:: Any advice on scratching that itch without a full-blown Solo-campaign; I don't have the room for a board or map with active pieces in play.

Feel stuck in almost every other part of my life -- no way forward.  I've confronted myself about flawed strategies followed, psychological limitations I have placed on myself, but it really just seems like one of those periods where my hands on the wheel and the wheels on the road aren't in alignment -- I'm going where I'm going and that's that.  Life on rails: not my fave; would not recommend.

:: So, how are you doing?  Feeling something similar, or worse?  I'm not even going into my emotional landscape -- no one wants to deal with that...

Alright.  Take good care of yourself.  Hopefully talk with you soon.


AI anatomy isn't always the most attractive, and I imagine having split feet must be hell on shoe purchases, but until I am practised enough with the actual medium, today's and tomorrow's proxies are the best I can give you.


Friday, September 1, 2023

Если бы я был охотником [Bonus post]

Если бы я был охотником
(don't know if I have selected the correct gender form in the Russian)

Labor Day 2023

As I work in Security, and There Are No Days Off in Security, I will be at my post on Monday.
I hope all of you who have a long weekend enjoy yourselves and hope, too, that you go and do something out of the ordinary to mark the occasion; something fun, but, safe.

Thursday, August 31, 2023

For You


Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Poet Longs for The Moon

Poet Longs for The Moon
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved


Tuesday, August 29, 2023


"Here, there's miles
and miles
of scrolls to stroll:
All the wiles of forefathers' fruit,
and now as suits our
Great Composer,
Your majestic, metronomic ink."
She said with smile, and a wink.


Monday, August 28, 2023

2nd Watercolour

Wet on wet start


Sunday, August 27, 2023

Saturday, August 26, 2023

Your Girl, When I was in Tennessee

Photo: December '22


Photo Hodgepodge

Local sights I thought you might be interested in.

Friday, August 25, 2023

Nectar: 1st Stanza

Thursday, August 24, 2023

The One Who Whispers

Green Ruins & Shallow Blues

(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved
(C) 2023 Kyrinn S. Eis  All Rights Reserved

~”The One Who Whispers?”~
-- ~”Yes.”~ A smile: warm and wicked; loving and cold; (over-)friendly and distant; charming and brusque; caring and vicious; patient and demanding: a Smile.

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Midnight Dreams


Monday, August 21, 2023

A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to Watercolours

I intended to paint in Watercolours, but I Gouached instead.  There is some Watercolour on there as well, but -- well, it is what it is.  Next weekend, perhaps.

Sunday, August 20, 2023

Here With Me


Saturday, August 19, 2023

Friday, August 18, 2023

Memories via Microsoft

Photos taken at the Cummer Museum, in Jacksonville, Florida.
The photos popped up on my Microsoft, 'on this day'-wall.

No plans to move back there. Just liked them enough to share.