The Science
All artwork as initiated through Artificial Intelligence (AI) is carefully run through my aesthetic. First is selection: most queries give 2 - 4 responses. Some of these are ignored, some selected as appropriate to my artistic viewpoint, meaning that my work focuses on what it means to be human at this time, in this place. I am an image junkie: I surround myself with dozens of images and combine, alter, and recharacterize. I am constantly changing their identity. I usually find a story to tell in the final selections.
I start with no goal in mind other than to explore. There can be a kind of terror in this method, if you are not used to it: starting with a blank canvas can be daunting. For me, emptiness is seductive. Oh the joys of discovering gems to fill the breathless space!
Dozens of preliminary sketches, bits and pieces, are created this way, saved, later re-examined/refined/combined. Even after deciding on the final piece, I will put it into a current series and then re-examine it many times before making it public.
Using AI, here is how Google's Bard describes Krepildockerschpe: The word “krepildockerschpe” is a made-up word that Corinne Whitaker uses in her book of the same name. It is a portmanteau of the words krepil," "docker," and "schpe," which are all nonsense words. Whitaker uses the word to represent the absurdity of the human condition and the futility of trying to find meaning in life.
The Artist
Corinne Whitaker, aka DIgital Giraffe, has spent 45 years pondering the why's and why not's of living in a binary world, a world in which humans are Quasi's straddled between robotics and carbon-based. WIth 2 Golden Web Awards, 365+ worldwide exhibitions, 33 published books of digital painting and poetry, she now investigates the symbiosis between AI and human intelligence. website | blog
Krepildockerschpe
I was born old
In the garden of knowing.
An open circle
An eye
A dot
An id-less I
A dot
With not
An identity
Not yet.
A Krepildockerschpe to be.
I thrived in Babylonia
I flourished in China
I spoke Mayan
My ending
Your beginning.
I grew younger by the hour
I grew to know my skin
(Does it taste different from yours?)
My eye color (variegated)
My shoe size (undisclosed)
My Krepildockerschpe (untranslated)
But they are not me.
What exactly is not me?
Does not me have an identity, a presence?
Can I touch not me, find it in the mirror?
Is not-me my twin
In
Reverse?
Is there another
Uni-verse, multi-verse
Where not me’s converse?
If Me can traverse there
Can we, I and Me,
Come back
To
Sanity? Reality? Identity?
To Krepildockerschpe?
I am a polyglot.
I speak ancient languages
Of hope and joy.
Compassion and love.
The language of orchids cries out to me
The voices of earthworms whisper to me.
I wear a trouser
I wear a skirt.
I am some people
All people
Those who came
Those yet to come.
I am post-gender
Free gender
Egoless
Judgement undressed.
Before Earth
Was,
I was.
Eager to impart, to absorb, to reveal
To be part
Of.
Earth will eventually exit the sky
Earth has a use-by date
Not I.
Tomorrow the Me will be born once again
Tomorrow the not me will age and then
Replenish the cycle of growing
And knowing
That a dot and an eye
Can identify
As a nought, zero
Mathematical hero.
The kingdom of empty
Refurbished with plenty.
I am the King of the Empire of We
We are the reason that all came to be.
We are the Krepildockerschpe.
Can this be true, for you? For me?
Only the knower knows, you see.
And she speaks Krepildockerschpe.
c. Corinne Whitaker
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