IOFAI: Roots through concrete

Part of the IOFAI series - combination of 5 AI outputs, own digital pieces/textures and subsequent digital painting.

Sitting in the dark, night city. Surrounded by pulsating lives, dreaming minds, warm lights. I am swimming in a yolk of a delicious kind of solitude - alone, but together with it all. From this cocoon my mind moves curious, wondering...about all the unknown lives, movements, ambitions, dreams of those that surround me. Those that I am together alone with. The night allows me to grow roots in a different way, it allows the day to open before my view like a flower...sometimes only in the dark I see clearly. I become a creature that does not need a name...whose senses follow different tracks. I feel myself enveloped by that which is at the same time uncanny and familiar - my own and not belonging to me at all. As the city melts into darkness and fluid lights, so my skin becomes thinner, my senses open, my body in resonance to the slightest changes. Strange intimacy, where I don't need a name or a face. Isn't that (also) a kind of love?