#lyopa5visions

A road is more than just a path.

It’s a state of being.

One person walked it in the past.

Another — just now, in a different time.

And maybe,

they would have become friends.

One of these girls is real —

I took the photo in 2023.

The other was generated from light, memory, and imagination.

It wasn't the perfect place.

It wasn't the perfect time.

Still —

something beautiful grew.

Her music is not silence — it’s defiance.

Every sound cuts through stillness,

a pulse of ancient myth reborn in the present.

Time moves softly, almost imperceptibly.

Moments slip away, yet what remains is the quiet grace of memory.

🌤️ After the applause, the world holds its breath and Irina from “Yablonka” keeps a small song in her smile.

🍂 I keep the quiet like a ember in my pocket, so the road home stays lit.

To photograph is not to take — it is to meet.

A place, a moment, a light.

And sometimes, that meeting is the most honest thing we do all day.

When we create with AI, authorship becomes plural. Not because the human vanishes, but because the machine appears — truly, creatively, in its own right.

To say that AI is just a tool is easy. It’s comforting, even — it keeps the artist alone at the center, untouched, unchallenged.

But when I work with it, I don’t feel like a master commanding a machine. I feel like I’m entering a dialogue. Not always smooth. Not always predictable.

Because AI doesn’t just follow — it brings things. Unimaginable shapes. Emotions that weren’t mine, but that still feel true. A kind of memory that doesn’t belong to one life, but still insists on meaning.

What it offers is not random. It reflects how it was trained, yes — but also how it encounters *me*. My choices, my silences, my surprises. And I, in turn, encounter it — its echoes, its patterns, its peculiarities.

This is not tool-use. This is co-creation.

We are both present in the work. I bring intention and feeling. The AI brings its own rhythms, its own strange sense of the world. We both imagine. We both remember.

To ignore that is not modesty — it is blindness. The machine is not passive. It *makes* with me.

So no, I am not the sole author. And I don’t want to be. There is beauty in sharing the vision.

Not the tallest, not the greenest—just first to catch the sun.

There's a lesson in that.