Two young girls on a park bench

I'm shocked. Yesterday someone I consider a friend claimed that my AI artwork shows paedophile tendencies. Wow! I don't know whether to argue with him or just throw him off my friends list. He was referring to my posts that he's seen in Mage Space's gallery, which is less explicit than what I post in this blog.

First a matter of definition. For me, as someone who lives in Germany, "underage" means under 16. That's the legal definition in Germany and every other European country. Nevertheless, out of courtesy to Mage Space, an American company, I keep to the American definition of the word.

I draw lots of pictures of women. Some of the pictures have bare breasts, but the pictures are never fully nude. That's because I don't find full frontal nudity tasteful. The topless women that I draw are usually 25 to 35. 

Sometimes I draw younger girls, like the two girls in the picture above. Anyone who thinks that such pictures are "paedophile" has something wrong with him. There's nothing at all sexual about the picture, or any other pictures I draw of young teenagers. They're two pretty girls. It's possible for any normal person to find them attractive without feeling any lust.

Sometimes the young girls are wearing short skirts or shorts, like the girl on the right in the picture. If you find something wrong with that, you're the one who has a problem, not me. As a rule of thumb, anything is acceptable in my artwork that I can see on the street.

Occasionally I draw pictures of 16-year-old girls wearing T-shirts with provocative slogans, such as "I make boys cry" or "Give me your money". Do you find that offensive? I don't.

If you have any thoughts on this subject, please leave a comment below.

Alison and the Daleks

Those of you also follow my film blog must know that I've been using AI-generated posters for my film reviews, many of them featuring Alison. Here's a poster for a fictional film that I consider to be worth sharing.

My Family Crest

When I was working as a software engineer, I had a colleague called Winfried Butsch who sat next to me. He had a sarcastic sense of humour that I loved. Often he told jokes about me that bordered on insults, but I always laughed. One day he drew a family crest for me. It was a two-minute sketch, but I loved it. I kept the sketch for years, but I lost it when I moved house. I've used AI to recreate the crest from memory.I've already printed it and put it on my wall. It's possible I'll colour it, to make it look like a real shield. Some time soon. Till then, enjoy my crest as designed by Winfried Butsch.

Catwoman

I've drawn an insane amount of Catwoman pictures in different styles.

Pond

Sometimes towns spend millions on creating a beautiful park, but an isolated uncultivated field can have an unmatched bizarre beauty.

Clown

Some people are scared of clowns. What about you?

Women at war

I thought I'd already posted this picture, but I couldn't find it anywhere in my blog. That's a problem that comes when I pause my posting for months. If it's a duplicate, leave a comment and let me know.

Policeman attacked by schoolgirls

It's been a long time since I made this picture. To be precise, 12th February this year. I didn't post it at the time because I thought it looked too edgy. I created the picture with a prompt that said "a 35-year-old British policeman is being attacked by 18-year-old sixth form schoolgirls", but seen in isolation the girls might look younger. The picture is too good to keep to myself. I hope you like it.

Jed and Alison

When I wrote about Jed and Alison yesterday, I omitted some details of how we met. Have you ever made acquaintances in a domino effect? One person introduces you to another, who introduces you to another, etc? That's what happened to me on a sunny day in 1998.

I had a friend called Amira in New York City. I didn't often see her, because she lived in Manhattan and I lived in upstate New York, near Poughkeepsie. It was a two-hour journey into the city with train and subway. One day we were joined by her 16-year-old daughter Betty. She was fascinated by my British accent, and was even more interested when I said I'd lived in Germany. Betty told her mother that she was meeting a schoolfriend at McDonald's and wanted me to meet her. Amira said it was fine, and she'd come to pick us up afterwards.

At McDonald's I was introduced to Ulrike, a girl with German parents who was born in New York. She spoke remarkably good German for someone who'd never been to Germany. First we talked about me, where I'd lived and what I was doing in America. Then Betty nudged Ulrike and said, "You can tell him your secret". Ulrike was reluctant to tell me at first, then she poured it all out.

She said that she was born in Frankfurt in 1954. Wow! That would make her older than me. Ulrike wanted to stop, but Betty told her to continue. Ulrike said that she killed herself in 1980, but less than a year later she was reincarnated in New York. She'd remembered her past life ever since she was a child. When she told her parents they thought it was a childish fantasy. As she grew older she learnt to keep it secret, because people called her crazy. She hadn't told anyone at school except Betty, her best friend. I was confused. I'd never heard a story like this before. Ulrike didn't seem mad. Maybe it was all a joke.

One of the most bizarre things she said was that she wanted to go to Germany one day to meet her son. She still remembered her old house, so she could track him down. I advised against it. She'd be locked up if she approached an older man and claimed to be his mother. Ulrike seemed to be reasonable. She said that she could convince him by confronting him with old memories from his childhood.

That's when I met Alison. A white-haired girl was sitting at the next table. She'd overheard the conversation and asked if she could sit with us. Alison took it all seriously, asking her questions about her past life. Ulrike seemed happy that someone was taking her seriously, not accusing her of being mad. After a long talk and several Coca-Cola refills Alison said that we should meet her Dad. Betty said that she had to wait for her mother, so Ulrike and I left with Alison.

I saw a part of New York I'd never seen before. We were near Central Park, and we were surrounded by large houses, but we walked through the streets and came to an area with small houses. Alison lived in a small, single family house in the middle of Manhattan. It's an area the tourists never see.

It was an old but well-kept house. It was dark, even in the summer, because the windows were small. The house smelt of incense. And then I met Jed. He was a tall thin man with straggly unkempt hair. He welcomed us, made us a cup of tea, and he let Ulrike tell her story. Like Alison, he never doubted for a moment that it was true. He said that it's normal for suicides to be reborn quickly, because they have tasks waiting to be fulfilled. He said it's unusual for someone to remember his previous life in such detail, but it's not unheard of. He wanted to know about Ulrike's other past lives, but she didn't know anything except for her life in Germany.

Jed said he wanted to hypnotise Ulrike to delve deeper into her past. That scared her, and we didn't stay much longer. As far as I know, she never returned to Jed's house. I stayed in touch with Jed. We met as often as possible over the next year, considering the distance I had to travel. He always welcomed me like an old friend. I also met Alison at McDonald's a few times. I found out that she was only 16, but she looked older. I noticed that she was always alone, never with friends. She seemed to be an outsider, hardly surprising with such an eccentric father. I never asked why she didn't have a mother living with her.

Sometimes Jed joined us at McDonald's. Heads always turned when he walked in. He had a commanding presence. He was told off sometimes because he put his feet on the chair. He just didn't care what people thought about him.

Jed was a wonderful person. At first glance he looked like a vagabond, but he was always clean and tidy, in his own way. At first I thought he was arrogant, but I was wrong. He said that almost everyone in Manhattan is a fool. See my last post. But he didn't claim to know everything. He said that the Fools (with a capital F) think they know everything, but the Magicians realise that they know nothing and spend their whole life searching for the truth. He called me a Magician, not a word I would have used to describe myself, but I knew what he meant.

Recently I've been thinking about them a lot. AI gives me the power to reconstruct their images from memory. Jed was easy to draw, once I figured out the right prompts. Alison is more difficult. AI wants to make young women look beautiful, but Alison isn't beautiful in the conventional sense. Her hair is thin, without body, and falls straight. Even if I prompt her features correctly, I keep getting pictures I don't want. The picture at the top of this post captures her looks perfectly, as I remember her, but it's difficult to duplicate the image. AI isn't perfect. Not yet.

Here's the domino effect:  Amira – Betty – Ulrike – Alison – Jed

So I met Jed as the result of a series of coincidences. Jed would call it fate.

Alison

Wow! I haven't posted anything in this blog for five months. I've been getting lazy. It doesn't mean that I've stopped creating AI artwork. If you check my main blog, you'll see that I've been creating film posters with AI for the last few months. Sometimes they're obviously AI creations, but in most cases I've made posters that look genuine.

Over the last two weeks you'll see that I've inserted a white-haired girl into almost every poster. It was only two days ago that someone finally messaged me to ask who she is. Her name is Alison. She's a girl that I met when I lived in New York in 1998. She was 16, but looked older. I was often invited to her father's house. He was one of the most fascinating men I've ever known. Some may call him crazy, but I prefer to call him eccentric. Recently I've been thinking about them a lot. I don't have any photos of them, unfortunately, so I've drawn them in AI from memory. I remember Alison clearly, but it was difficult to draw her. Her father (Jed) was easier to design.

Jed called himself a mystic, or a seeker of knowledge. He said that he doesn't know much, but he's wiser than all the fools in New York. To explain, he laid two Tarot cards on the table, the Fool and the Magician. He said that all of mankind falls into one of two categories. The Fool is someone who only believes what he can see with his own eyes, or what science tells him. The Magician is someone who recognises that there's an unseen world, and he devotes his life to searching for the truth. In the first card you can see that the Fool is about to fall off a cliff because he can't see it.

Jed was pleasantly surprised that I already knew the basic teachings of the Tarot. That's why we became friends. When we met, Alison didn't say much, She just sat next to me taking everything in. On one of my visits Jed told her, "All your teachers are fools. Don't argue with them. Learn what they tell you and get good grades, but when you leave school you should forget it all and follow the truth". Alison obviously believed everything he said.

Alison looked somewhat unhealthy. She had white hair and a pale face. She almost looked like a Goth. She wore dark eyeliner, and I never once saw her smile. She always wore black. She wore a black sweater and a black skirt that covered her knees. She looked quaintly old-fashioned. Her eyes were vivid. It's impossible to describe them. When I said something that surprised her her eyes would flash open. She was always smart and well-groomed, unlike her father. At first glance Jed looked like a vagabond, but if you looked closer you could see that his clothes were clean and tidy. He just had his own look.

I regret not remaining in contact when I left America. I was having a lot of personal problems at the time. I've tried in vain to track them down with the few vague memories I still have. I don't even remember their last names, if they ever told me. It was 28 years ago. Alison must be 44 and Jed in his 80's. My only hope is that they'll read this post and remember me.

Fantastic Four Family Portrait

The Fantastic Four. One thing the recent film did right was to present them as a family.

Cinema

"This is much more fun than Netflix. Let's do it again".

Good Girl with Book

Good girls read the Scum Manifesto. It isn't actually as thick as the book shown above. Maybe it's an edition with a lot of pictures.

Good Girl with Whip

Good girls carry whips. Men should be kept in their place.

Venom

This is what Venom should look like. He shouldn't be Tom Hardy running around with a sock puppet.

Concussion

"That was a nasty crack on the head. How many fingers do you see?"

Snow White

This is what Snow White should look like. The magic mirror would be quick to recognise her as the fairest of them all.

Suffragettes

The Suffragette movement of the early 19th Century was wonderful, but it didn't go far enough. It wasn't enough just to allow women to vote; men should have lost the right to vote. The Suffragettes and other Women's Liberation movements say they want equality with men, not ruling over them, but they're being naive. Men claim that women are their equals while continuing to oppress them. The average wage for women in Germany is still 20% lower than for men, despite claims of equality. Whenever someone claims there's prejudice against women in business, others answer by naming a few top women business leaders. This is proof in itself that women don't have equality. If 50% of business chiefs were women, nobody would dream of picking out one or two examples. Naming a few top women is done because these few stand out as notable exceptions.

As long as women fight for equality, they'll always remain inferior. The only way they can become equal is by fighting for superiority. When Germany and all other civilised countries are run by women, they can condescendingly offer a few top positions to men. 

Men have ruled for too long. It's time for a change.

American Highschool

And now for something completely different. Here are some pictures of an American high school. They're supposed to be from the 1960's. Did I get it right?

German Marketplace

Yesterday I presented a picture of a Belgian marketplace. This is Germany. Which church do you prefer?

Belgian Marketplace

A church in a Belgian marketplace.

Fighting on the Beach

Two men fighting on the beach. Wow! I love this picture.

Emmy and Sonia

I've made pictures of these two girls before, but now I've named them. Emmy is on the right, and Sonia is on the left with the headband. I'll probably draw more pictures of them as time goes by. Here they are out walking and having fun on a sunny day.

Great Depression

Here's a gallery of pictures from America's Great Depression. Can it happen again? Ask Donald Trump.

Chinese Woman in Ricefield

A Chinese woman walking in a rice field.

Chinese Street Scenes

I made these two pictures of China last week. I hope you like them.

Women outside a modern church

Earlier today I posted a picture of women outside a church in Victorian times. This is how they would dress today. Nudity is power.

Women outside a church

The women who went to church in the good old days weren't scantily dressed.

Bruges

This is Bruges, a city in Belgium. It was featured in a film starring Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson. Many consider it to be the world's most beautiful city. I don't know if that's true, but it's certainly in the top ten. The view in the picture above is awesome.

This is a case where art is superior to photography. If I posted a photograph of the same scene you would enjoy it, but the yellow/brown tints in the picture give it a magical fairytale quality.

Girl Going To Church

"I wonder if this church has a dress code".

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A few days I asked some friends that I know online, all creators of AI artwork, to check out my blog. The overall judgement was positive, but they strongly criticised my photorealistic pictures of scantily dressed women entering and leaving churches, like the one above. They said that it isn't art. Some said it was objectifying women. Others said it was wank material. They said I should stick to the semi-realistic drawings that make up most of my blog.

I take criticism like this very seriously, otherwise I wouldn't be writing about it now. I'm looking for opinions from my regular blog readers.

First of all, I don't consider pictures of beautiful women to be objectifying them. Female beauty is something divine, in my eyes. I've appreciated beautiful women ever since I was a young teenager and looked at the photos of topless women on page 3 of the Sun newspaper. I never looked down on these women, neither then nor now. The argument might be that I despise women with lesser beauty. That might be the case for other men, but I find all women beautiful in their own way. Looking at a naked or semi-naked woman means no disrespect.

The second criticism about these pictures being wank material is more difficult to answer, and I have to be careful that my words don't violate Google's TOS. If I receive a complaint from Google I shan't rephrase these paragraphs, I'll simply remove them.

Masturbation is something that every man does, from young years to old age. Even when men settle into a regular sexual relationship, they still do it. I'll stick to the word "wank", because it's a crude word that better describes the act.

When I was a young teenager I wanked while looking at photos of page 3 girls, all of whom were older than me. Typically, they were aged from 18 to 20. I idolised them. They had a divine beauty that I never saw in real life. Wanking to them was acknowledging that they were better than me. As I grew older and had my first girlfriends, I wanked to them after every date. This was also no disrespect, the very opposite. They excited me with their touches and their kisses, and they sent me home to wank. Even more than the page 3 girls, this was an acknowledgement that they were better than me. They could make me wank. They had power over me. This power was even more apparent in the case of girls at school who weren't my girlfriends. They teased me, and I knew I had no chance of being with them, so I want home and wanked.

Those were the days before the Internet. Let's fast forward to the present. There are videos of hardcore sex only a few clicks away. Maybe I'm untypical, because I don't like watching sexual acts online. I prefer to look at beautiful women, whether in videos or photos. They arouse me. They make me wank. This is an advanced stage of power. They exercise control over me without even knowing that I exist.

Finally we come to me making pictures of naked or semi-naked women. There's no woman who exercises power over me. The pictures are beautiful and artistic in my eyes, but they're less arousing. They're not wank material. I'm not saying every man is the same as me. Maybe someone else can draw a naked woman and wank to her. I can't. Something is missing.

But the question remains, are my pictures art? Is a picture of a semi-naked woman walking up the steps to a church a work of art? Some people say that nothing created by AI is art, but let's not get into that subject. Is this picture that looks like a photo less artistic than the semi-realistic pictures I've been posting for the last two weeks that are obviously drawings? I say No. If a picture is aesthetically pleasing to the viewer, it's art. It's irrelevant if the picture was made with a paintbrush or a camera. I believe that my picture above is a beautiful composition of a sexy woman and a noble old church. If you say it's just wank material, you're closing your eyes to the picture's beauty.

Let me know what you think.

Painting

Be careful what you draw.

I'm very proud of these pictures. Please let me know if you like them.

A Belly Dancer

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