IOFAI: My winter night eyes dissolve at the spring of dawn

Combination of multiple AI outputs, own photography and subsequent digital work.

When the dawn arrives my wolf eyes morph with new light - I become the being of day, of language, of known forms. From liquid dark and from under the silent ice emerges new pulsating life, a new shade of light, a promise of what may become. Day gives language to the pregnant silence of the night and the night envelopes the sharp forms and lays tired words to rest....allowing them to soften into a silent, unspoken poetry.