Prompt: When I shuffled my bag of letters and grabbed a handful of letters, I was able to spell the word pis. Because I had two s's, I could also make piss out of it. This is for my English speaking fans. Before you know it, I am getting images.
When you find yourself in situations between people and interests, it is difficult to do the right thing. What is too much for one side is too little for the other and vice versa of course. A position in which a lot is demanded of you. It is understandable that you may get the feeling that you are being pissed on from above and below.
By mirroring, I got a drawing that shows approximately the same thing upside down. What I like is that you can also read the word PISSIG (in english it is being pissed off). This is a state of mind that can match the position you get when you find yourself somewhere in between. It requires balancing and perhaps also that you are open about this. Give and take. The old-fashioned poldering (making a compromise).
In any case, the huiskamerartiest was able to get back to work with it. The lonely letters on the white surface asked for more. That is why the created boxes are filled with color.
Prompt: To work with doodles differently, I have a bag full of letters from which I take a handful. Then I see what I can and want to put. The word ZIE (SEE). I first drew the letters and quickly got the association with the song See me, feel me by the Who from the rock opera Tommy. The song continues to be sung with touch me and ultimately heal me. That people see, feel and touch you. This is so that we can ultimately become a whole person. The huiskamerartiest could do something with this. No one in the rock opera can get through to Tommy, who has become blind, deaf and dum due to trauma. Eventually he falls through a mirror after which he can see, hear and talk again. How much symbolism is there and how much more can you come up with? I feel at home in this song.
Prompt: To work with doodles differently, I have a bag full of letters from which I take a handful. Then I see what I can and want to put. The word ZIE (SEE). I first drew the letters and quickly got the association with the song See me, feel me by the Who from the rock opera Tommy. The song continues to be sung with touch me and ultimately heal me. That people see, feel and touch you. This is so that we can ultimately become a whole person. The huiskamerartiest could do something with this. No one in the rock opera can get through to Tommy, who has become blind, deaf and dum due to trauma. Eventually he falls through a mirror after which he can see, hear and talk again. How much symbolism is there and how much more can you come up with? I feel at home in this song.
Prompt: While listening to an old playlist on Spotify, I also come across music that matched that period. It was the early days of Spotify for me. I collected music like a kid in a candy store. It was also the time of dance parties where gabber, hardstyle, house, acid and so on were played. I learned that besides beautiful memories there was also another side. A certain part of the youth used all kinds of pills, as still happens today. One of the drugs causes users to have chewing jaws. I have all the letters of the alphabet in one bag several times. The word knaag (gawn) came up when I had random letters that I associated with the music. The beautiful memories are created by the people with whom you took on the challenges.
The domino represents the idea that the fall of the first stone causes a series of stones to fall, in which events are in fact already determined. If you reason back in time, that logical order is there. In a program on Discovery (seconds before disaster), events that ultimately lead to a disaster are followed back in time, with the disaster presented as a fait accompli as the result of falling dominoes.
As a human being, only the present is a reality. The past exists only in our memory and the future in our imagination.
The huiskamerartiest has created a reality on paper. How it came about is in my memory. What ultimately happens to it is an interesting question. There comes a time when both I and the drawing no longer exist. Did it really happen?
Prompt: Quickly threw shapes onto paper with a pencil and filled them with different sizes of micron markers. In between the shapes I started working with micron 003. Very thin and it looks more like scratches than drawing.
In the meantime I listen to music. The need for cheerful was present. One step beyond by Madness was a wonderful song. A step forward but sung powerfully.
Thick as a brick by Jethro Tull passed by. Interesting to read the story behind it. This for enthusiasts.
The piece of text: "I may make you feel but I can't make you think" fits with how I use drawings. Feeling is heart, thinking is head and it is all connected. I draw more easily when I have negative emotions. According to Google, the basic emotions are: Love, Joy, amazement, Sadness, Fear, Disgust, Anger and Shame & Guilt. When I look at this, love and joy and perhaps amazement are above the line. Perhaps it is that negative emotions have a greater need to get out.
In any case, the huiskamerartiest has another drawing. I think the main emotion is amazement, but also resignation, which is a form of sadness, I think.
Prompt: "De kwestie is dat u anderen ziet zoals u dénkt dat ze zijn. En anderen zien u, zoals zij dénken dat u bent. Iedereen is maar een verzinsel van degene die hij ontmoet!"
Prompt: Create an evolved yellifish with eyes, a brain, and a family.
Under the water they created a village.
Family's of evolved yellifish float around.
Prompt: I have a foreboding of an America in
my children's or grandchildren's time
when the - United States is a service and
information economy; when nearly all the
key manufacturing industries have slipped
away to other countries; when awesome
technological powers are in the hands of
a very few, and no one representing the
public interest can even grasp the issues;
when the people have lost the ability to
set their own agendas or knowledgeably
question those in authority; when, clutching
our crystals and nervously consulting our
horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline,
unable to distinguish between what feels
good and what's true, we slide, almost
without noticing, back into superstition
and darkness. The dumbing down of
America is most evident in the slow decay
of substantive content in the enormously
influential media, the 30-second sound
bites (now down to 10 seconds or less),
lowest common denominator programming,
credulous presentations on pseudoscience
and superstition, but especially a kind of
celebration of ignorance
Prompt: A brain looking like a shaken snowball where thoughts are floating around in the head of the man.
The shaking isn't finished and the man is waiting hopefully till the Snowflakes fall down and give meaning to all the thoughts he has.
Around him are flying little angels whispering words. In between little demons are shouting.
Prompt: There's a war inside my head
Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken
So I call this therapist
And she said girl you can't be fixed just take this
I'm tired of tryin' to be normal
I'm always overthinking
I'm driving myself crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I've been searching city streets
Trying to find the missing piece like you said
And I searched hard only to find
There's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind
Yeah, I'm tired of tryin' to be normal
I'm always over thinking
I'm driving myself crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy
Yeah I'm gonna show you
Crazy, crazy yeah
I'm tired of trying to be normal
I'm driving myself crazy
And I don't need your quick fix
I don't want your prescriptions
Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
So what if I'm fucking crazy
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
I'm gonna show you
Yeah, I'm gonna show you
Prompt: Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
Prompt: You can feel words. Words can hurt you mentally. In Braille you can write words that you can physically feel. Dots become words, words become sentences, sentences become stories. Drawing with words. From your associations, images arise in your head and a story comes to life.
The sound of silence can leave you feeling empty. Keeping silent as if you don't exist and yet a story emerges. Silence screaming in your head. Thoughts deform, meander, tease, bore, lost and abandoned. Silence builds words, sentences and a story.
The huiskamerartiest had half a story, a whole drawing and ultimately a complete image.
Prompt: In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera
Is there inside my mind
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there inside your mind
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear
Your spirit and my voice (my spirit and your voice)
In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera
Is there inside my mind (your mind)
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera
Sing, my angel of music
Sing, my angel
Sing for me
Sing
Sing, my angel
Sing forme
Prompt: Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquittance
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many
Now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood
Prompt: No one rules if no one obeys. A text I once came across. It does appeal at first. This is because many rules of what we call the system also maintain them. Injustice is caused by people who apply the rules blindly or worse still based on prejudices.
Befehl ist befehl: it is a good thing that you can hide behind a hierarchy that gives you the assignment. After this, try to get rid of it with a: wir haben es nicht gewusst.
After the second war, they tried to investigate why humans were capable of incredible cruelty. Just Google the Milgram experiment.
In Animal Farm the pigs gave themselves more rights than others under the motto: All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.
Ultimately, rules can even kill a democracy. Look at Hitler Germany. One question is which direction Trump USA is going with project 2025. Where there are no rules for their gut feelings, for example, they use anti-abortion legislation while it is actually about controlling women.
The huiskamerartiest finds this scary!
Prompt: Kleine jongen, je bent op deze wereld
Dus zal je moeten vechten, net als ik
Ik kan het weten, het leven is niet makkelijk
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Ooh, kleine jongen, als jij dan later groot bent
Dan is je vader er misschien niet meer
Vertel maar aan je eigen kinderen
De wijze lessen van je ouwe heer
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd, dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Kleine jongen, op school al zul je merken
Dat alles draait om cijfers en om macht
Dat moet je weten, dus leer wat je moet leren
Want dan ben jij degene die 't laatste lacht
Kleine jongen, er zijn veel goeie mensen
Maar slechte zijn er ook, helaas 't is waar
Je moet maar denken
Dat eerlijk het langste duurt, geloof me maar
Dit leven gaat voorbij
Er is zo weinig tijd dus leef want jij bent vrij
Maar doe het wel verstandig, oh, maak de mensen blij
Dan zul je echt gelukkig zijn
Want het leven is zo kort
Veel dingen worden anders, oh, als je ouder wordt
Je speelt nu nog met blokken, maar dat duurt niet lang
Het is jammer, maar je blijft niet klein
Prompt: when there is a interesting story, artists become much more beautiful. I am 65 years old but have worked all my life with young people. That keeps your mind young in an old body. Wisdom is knowing that you never know enough and you begin to feel more like when you were a child and did not have the words to explain your feelings. Now I know the words and still cannot explain the feelings. That's why I draw
Prompt: The old man opens his eyes. Tears are going slowly over his cheeks.
Watching to a world that didn't change a bit.
All efforts have made no difference.
The people of the world are not capable to defeat the evil hooked up in men.
To destroy evil you have to become evil yourself.
All is just going in a endless spiral of building and destruction again and again and again.
The sky is dark filled with dark clouds filled with demons with claws instead of fingers. There green eyes are lightening up the clouds.
Prompt: Zijn gedachten waren door elkaar geschud als een sneeuwbol. Alles wat zo duidelijk leek, was opeens verwarrend en vaag. Geen flauw idee hoe de vlokjes zouden neervallen en nieuwe duidelijkheid creëren. Niet meer luisteren naar zijn verstand om situaties te duiden maar zijn gevoelens.
De man houd de sneeuwbol vast en kijkt naar de dwarrelende vlokken. In de bol ziet hij zichzelf gespiegeld. Vervormd maar herkenbaar. Om hem heen zweven flarden van wolkjes.
Prompt: De toekomst die ik zie met mijn partner is samen als familie met kinderen en kleinkinderen ouder worden.
Genieten van wat er op ons pad komt.
Samen aangaan van de uitdagingen die er komen als je ouder wordt .
Samen voor ons eigen. Zorgen dat je in de relatie en naast de relatie ook je eigen leven hebt zodat als 1 van ons er niet meer is het leven toch doorgaat ondanks het gemis dat er is.
Dat we op een fijne manier terugkijken naar wat ons gegeven is. Een waardevolle gezamenlijke geschiedenis maar ook met je eigen verhaal erin. Mooie gelukkige herinneringen
Prompt: When you break outside the box and go wild, circles of change arise. How far do they travel? They sometimes say that change does not come from doing the same thing over and over again. That is not the case. By continuing to do everything the same, we see a deterioration in all kinds of areas. I think that is also why people want to think and act outside the box, the system. Who benefits from keeping things the same and trying to resist change? The huiskamerartiest converts his thoughts into lines and shapes.
Prompt: Remember when I took you up to the top of the hill?
We had our knives drawn, they were as sharp as we were in love
If God crossed us we'd take all his drugs
Burn his money and his house down
And wait for the fire to spread
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
Had no choice to erase the debt of our family
Let you say goodbye with lips like dynamite
Everyone turned their back,
'cause they knew when we held on tight to each other
We were something fatal, that fell into the wrong hands
Sometimes hate is not enough to turn this all to ashes
Together as one against all others
Break all of your wings and make sure that it crashes
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We don't seek death, we seek destruction
Death, we seek destruction
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
But I don't know if the world will end today
We're running to the edge of the world
Running, running away
We're running to the edge of the world
I don't know if the world will end today
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
See a new begining rise behind the sun
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
(We don't seek death, we seek destruction)
See a new begining rise behind the sun
(Death, we seek destruction)
We can never catch up to it as fast as we run
Prompt: As long as there is hope you see a road you want to walk.
When hope is gone. The road is gone in fog. In this fog you see a black demon with red eyes.
You search for new directions and what you see is a new road also covered in fog. But you see a light brighten up the fog. On top of a mountain at the end of this road an angel like figure stands.
The landscape is mythical
Prompt: A man is sitting on a mushroom red with white dots. The grim reaper is approaching him. A little bit of white smoke is slightly moving on the ground. The Rabbit with a clock in his hand is watching the scene In the trees demons with red eyes are watching down. Between the trees you see the sun sets with bright yellow light in a Misty sphere
Prompt: A man is sitting on a mushroom red with white dots.
The grim reaper is approaching him.
A little bit of white smoke is slightly moving on the ground.
The Rabbit with a clock in his hand is watching the scene
In the trees demons with red eyes are watching down.
Between the trees you see the sun sets with bright yellow light in a Misty sphere
Prompt: The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real
I got your back
I never lie
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
My loyalty cannot be matched
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
I ride for you
I die for you
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
I’m there for you
I care for you
Save that shit
I’ve heard that bullshit before
When somebody hates you
Please believe this shit’s real
They wish you bad luck
They wish you bad health
They want to see you sick, miserable and in pain
They want to see you choke
They want to see you broke
The hate is real
It’s uncut
It’s pure
It’s not rare
It’s easy to find
Ignorance breeds hate
Hate breeds war
Been that way since the beginning of time
The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real
I hate racists, so I’m guilty too
I’m from LA where the red try to kill the blue
I’m from the place where the kids hate the fuckin’ cops
Where the street violence never stops
Hate is jealousy but some’s deeper than that
The hater wants you gone
Dead on your back
Love ain’t always fake but I don’t trust it
Hate will have you killed and won’t discuss it
When somebody tells you they love
That could be just a figure of speech
They might like you they might be cool with you
But when somebody hates you that shit is real
They fuckin hate you
Prompt: The bubble formed first in the middle. To me at the time it looked like a speech bubble. La Linea who often comes across as the angry white man but mainly addresses situations that concern him. A kind of Louis de Funes. A small drift frog (how to translate this in a English expression?). Just Google him. I recognize the anger when you are confronted with certain situations. You will find like-minded people within your bubble. Not being alone gives you some peace. Yet lately I have also been exploring other people's bubbles. What is striking is that the tone is mainly determined by the fanatics. Then people seem to be standing opposite each other. Polarized! The bubbles become scarier when they leave social media and manifest in the real world, waving flags, putting on hats and almost blindly supporting their leaders. The drawing by the huiskamerartiest shows the bubble in the middle of that reality. The spines act as antennae. Looking for that which unites us. That's so much more.
Prompt: How did i get here?
Sitting on this spinning sphere
When will I leave here
We know death is always near
I try to understand but answers don't come easily
Friends always deceiving me
Is this what life's supposed to be?
Human animals
We roam the earth in search of blood
Hope for humanity?
I don't think there ever was
We're in perpetual war, and that's the only law
Can I change it? I doubt it
So I write songs about it
I was young once but now I've grown old
Right in front of your еyes you've seen my life unfold
I had no choicе as I became the underdog's voice
A young black kid... look what the fuck I did!
When I'm gone there'll be someone to carry on
We can give in, give up, or we can stay strong
How accepting of the bullshit we've all become
This whole world is... comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
You've got a TV, a computer, so you don't care
A roof, some clothes, some food
That's right, it's all there
Lock yourself in your house, try to forget about
The millions dyin' from wars, starvation and drought
You've got your own problems - yes, we all do
Nobody is free from stress, not him, or me, or you
But still we judge each other, we want to pick a fight
In the streets we kill each other, each and every weeknight
I don't want no drama but I carry a gun
I don't want no problems but they'll probably come
So we get high to wash away the pain
Self-medication, but that shit is all done in vain
We think that we can hide away from the misery
You can close your eyes but still can plainly see
There's nowhere to run...
You're just comfortably numb
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello... is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
I spent half my life just trying to survive
And the other half trying to keep you all alive
For some reason I still care
I've done my dirt
It's amazing that i'm
Prompt: I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Mad As a Hatter
Larkin Poe
I know what time is
Time is a thief
It'll steal into bed and rob you while you sleep
You'll never feel it
It pulls off the covers, and rifles through your head
Then you'll wait to find you can't remember what you just said
It happens to everyone
Just like the father of my father, time stole his mind
And I can't forget that one fourth of his blood is mine
I try not to worry
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
It's hard to draw a clear distinction
When you are who you are
Through the looking glass, the past and future begin to blur
Though I keep playing
Well they say the world is what you make it
You think, speak and breathe
And those rules still apply, stuck in a world of make believe
You make the best of what you are given
Off with the head, off with the head
Paint the roses, paint the roses
Please don't come for me
I promise I'll be great
Just let me keep what's mine
Please don't come for me
If you must then just please wait and let me have some time
Please don't come for me
Mind over matter when you're as mad as a hatter
Prompt: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Prompt: A person sits in despair and crouched on the ground in a forest. There are photos surrounding the person. Memories of all the wrong things this person has done. Remorse gnaws at the dark soul of this figure. Without sincere repentance there is no forgiveness. Without forgiveness there is no end to the torment. Demons with yellow glowing eyes wait between the trees. A soul to tear apart demands their attention
Prompt: Create a face with one blue eye and one brown eye.
The face is a mix of all the races of humans in the world.
On the background the colours of the rainbow shine.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
