Not that I haven’t done it already but now I really cherish all the parts of art-making where I can thoughtfully and actively bring myself - flaws, quirks, my soul and love - into making possible the art that only I can make
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Kendra, regular version
One bright side to being forced to live in an AI slop tornado is now I see my artistic mistakes as incredibly endearing. The human machine of my body made that weird line. My worst day of drawing is completely untouchably better than anything AI will ever produce until the heat death of the universe
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