Morphy
Morphy
@morphyy.bsky.social
I'm a person who does art for fun and likes to comment and argues politics when I've had too much to drink
AI imagery is getting too advanced for my liking... I don't like having to put on my deerstalker cap and take a magnifying glass to every picture i see online, but such are the times
November 6, 2025 at 8:21 PM
not with that attitude you can't, hypothetical person

you gotta fake it until you make it. There's an eraser end on the pencil for a reason
November 5, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Wikipedia makes bacillus cereus out to be kind of a *bad* bacteria... but if your doctor's saying it's good... I guess I'm confused
November 5, 2025 at 7:59 AM
If people like him had the integrity to follow through on promises like that, they wouldn't be people like him
November 5, 2025 at 7:17 AM
That's not even an irrational thought! I've been on the customer end of that transaction. You don't feel cheated, because the artist did good work, it just wasn't what you imagined it would be, and you don't super care for the result. Such is life, sometimes
October 25, 2025 at 9:23 AM
It always felt like more of a low when my elementary school teachers liked me. Like I was clearly doing something wrong if *this* crowd approved of me
October 16, 2025 at 7:01 AM
Art is a conversation. It's an indirect one, and it's subjective; the meaning of the art can't be untangled from its interpretation by an observer. Anyone who attempts to assign an objective meaning to it has already filtered it through their interpretation, including the artist themself.
October 15, 2025 at 4:06 AM
it's tempting to double down on whatever stupid shit you said on the internet, but I'm not about to become the "if it bleeds it breeds" guy. She was 26 in my headcanon, with a degree in engineering
October 8, 2025 at 7:47 PM
IIIII didn't know that, I'll show myself out and off the nearest cliff
October 8, 2025 at 7:38 PM
I was expecting nightmare fuel, but they're actually adorable
October 8, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Uh-oh.

I don't know how old she's supposed to be, it looks like an adult anime woman with full breasts. The anime style tends to make everyone look sorta childlike, at the least in the face area, so it's hard to tell
October 8, 2025 at 7:30 PM
I'm two years past the passing of my own father. It is rough. Someone's gone who you weren't prepared to live in a world without. Things are different, now.
October 8, 2025 at 5:29 AM
It's not an easy thing, the death. Once you're a few years past it, the good memories overwrite the immediate sadness, and you can just smile when you think about him every now and then.
October 8, 2025 at 5:20 AM
i mean damn. that is pretty hot. there's something about a lady in a form-fitting suit doin' hard work. Attractive *and* capable. The whole package.
October 8, 2025 at 5:11 AM
An industry destined to fail, and take the whole economy down with it

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The Case Against Generative AI
Soundtrack: Queens of the Stone Age - First It Giveth Before we go any further: This is, for the third time this year, the longest newsletter I've ever written, weighing in somewhere around 18,500 wo...
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October 8, 2025 at 5:01 AM
It is a Look. Perhaps the sort of look that you're okay with, in the mirror, at the barber's, when your hair's all wet still, and then it dries out and you have regrets
October 8, 2025 at 4:55 AM
I admire your ability to get paid for drawing exactly the things you're interested in making. If I ever become good enough to make a job out of art, I'd hope to cultivate an audience that loves to see precisely what I feel like drawing, no compromise, only mutual fun and joy
October 8, 2025 at 4:49 AM
I like the lighting of this. It's cool. It's a cool work of art.
October 8, 2025 at 4:42 AM
*Michelangelo muttering to himself while painting the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel* fuckin' bullshit waste of time nobody ever looks up, what is the point of this
October 7, 2025 at 3:58 PM
i really like the visual metaphor of a fleeing rabbit paired with the poem
October 7, 2025 at 2:06 PM
My father died as he lived: keeping his cards close to his chest, protecting his soul from the world, including his closest family. The not-knowing, and the finality of never-knowing, is rough.
October 6, 2025 at 4:04 AM