FLOTILLA III #80

What lies beneath the surface and how our thoughts bubble upwards from the depths toward heights. From tiny particles to massive organisms taking over the canvas. This is our journey from last year towards a brighter future.

This latest FLOTILLA piece has been way to explore my journey in generative art space and what I have learned and already forgotten during this past year. By coincidence we also get to celebrate #fxhashturnsone at the same time. What a great community, thank you <3

A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
(Unknown AI 2022)

• Phasu 2022