In pixels' realm, where artists toil, Their visions grand, their passions coil. With every stroke, a story spun, In realms of art, their battles won.
They labor long, with hands that bleed, Crafting worlds from their soul's seed. Countless hours, they dedicate, Their masterpieces, their fate dictate.
Each brushstroke whispers tales untold, In colors vibrant, in lines bold. They pour their essence, heart, and mind, In every detail, they hope to find.
Yet in the shadows, lurks a ghost, An entity some laud the most. With algorithms, it swiftly crafts, Art born not from passion, but from drafts.
In the blink of an eye, it's done, The product of circuits, not of sun. No sweat, no tears, no sleepless nights, Just a click, and it takes flight.
But where's the soul, the human touch? In this creation, does it mean as much? For in the heart of art, there lies a spark, That AI can't mimic, even in the dark.
So here's to the artists who labor still, Whose work embodies a potent thrill. Though AI may boast its speed and might, True artistry shines in the human light.
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Love is not everywhere it is better to be alone!!!!
check out my project on https://www.behance.net/gallery/198243623/Explore-the-World
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Why so serious?
checkout my prints
Fine art America: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/why-so-serious-zeeshan-shakeel.html
InPrnt: https://www.inprnt.com/manage/print/why-so-serious
my behance: https://www.behance.net/gallery/197072023/The-Tunnel
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Home is any four walls that enclose the right person.
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No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home
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some mushrooms - morels and false morels
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