POISON MUSES – BEAUTY WITH A DARKER PULSE
They do not enter quietly.
Black leather.
Pale skin.
Dark magenta.
A gaze that seems to know something you do not.
The Poison Muses are not interested in being harmless.
A Head Behind the Art
No name.
No memory.
Just a mind full of ideas.
If you need a name, you can call me KD.
Otherwise it doesn’t matter.
I’m just the head behind the Art House.
One of those Tuesdays
Some characters are designed.
Others simply refuse to remain images.
MBR belonged to the second kind.
In the beginning, there was no elaborate story waiting for her. No biography. No carefully constructed universe. There were images — black, white, fragments of architecture, flashes of amber-orange, tattoos, dark glasses, leather, movement.
Where Planks lead to Freedom
The final days, before I left Facebook, I felt trapped.
Trapped by rules, limitations and prohibitions.
That made it clear to me that Facebook is not a particularly suitable place for art.
On Thresholds, Machines, and the In-Between
There was a time, long before I worked with artificial intelligence,
when images of the future accompanied me.
Not as fantasy.
But as a question.
For me, science fiction was never an escape.
But a mirror.