A day survived
I just took the girls out to go for a bike ride with their grandfather. I’ve got a bad headache, I’m struggling to focus, and right now I just can’t manage to work.
It makes me smile thinking about how their grandfather said it would just be fifteen minutes, just taking them down to the river nearby where he’d ride with them.
From the other side
I’d love to be able to paint a portrait of the psychologist who ran the test on my neurocognitive abilities.
After the tumor, I’ve had, and still have, constant issues with memory and focus.
Even now, while I’m recording these words, I have to close my eyes to find them in my mind. I push myself slightly ahead of what I’m actually saying.
Art Is Mold on Spoiled Food
I think courage has to do with the ability to listen to yourself, to be self-aware, and to follow what you feel inside. In my case, I don’t think that those who do courageous things are breaking rules that don’t belong to them. I believe courage is something deeply tied to your own nature, to your identity.
To be aware, you need self-knowledge. To be brave, you first have to know who you are. Otherwise, you’re just being stupid.
The Beauty of Imperfect Rhythm
Right now, I see before my eyes exactly some brushstrokes of the painting I want to create. I can feel their density, their thickness, the roughness with which certain lines are drawn.
I imagine the palette knife, the palette knife with which I’m spreading the paint. I hear the sound of the knife scraping against the canvas, and I already see the painting complete, I see it finished. I see the image. I see the person I’m telling the story of and what I need to tell to fulfill my purpose, to be who I want to be.
Not Faster. Just Deeper.
I’m using Midjourney to create paintings that tell my visions, the way I see the world, and the emotions of the people I meet and experience.
And I’m discovering that not only can artificial intelligence not reproduce who I am. When I share the images I create with my narrative prompts, people I know quickly see which ones have the most impact and truly show who I am and what I want to say. And all of them are generated through AI tools and narrative prompting.
The fucking world in between
Yesterday I went to the doctor to proceed with the request for access to the protected categories. I showed her the result of the neurocognitive evaluation I did with the psychologist. It went quite well.
In fact, I’m very good at pretending everything is going very well. I’m good at adopting strategies, especially visual ones. The psychologist told me that I’m very good at playing with images to compensate for the abilities I’ve lost.