Prompt: The statue of Liberty is climbing the Eiffel Tower
She is putting the torch on top of it.
The torch shines a bright light on the surface.
Through a hole in the clouds an ufo is descending leaving trails
Prompt: Een man zijn ziel lijkt opgesloten in zijn lichaam.
Het lichaam heeft tralies waar de ziel door naar buiten kijkt
Het lichaam is oud en versleten. De geest is moe en beperkt.
De ziel probeert te ontsnappen.
Om het lichaam heen vliegen kleine lichtgevende bolletjes van energie.
Wachtend om de ziel mee te nemen naar een nieuwe bestemming.
Hoog in de lucht opent zich een lichtgevend gat.
Prompt: A man is asked how he feels
Not what he thinks
It is anger
Loneliness
Betrayed
Abandoned
Sad
Disappointed
All feelings are present in short times after each other depending on which memories are in his mind.
Prompt: Een man staat in het midden van een kamer.
Uit hem komen allemaal infuus slangen en kabels. Deze zijn verbonden met allemaal andere mensen.
Deze zuigen de energie uit de man die vermoeid en uitgemergeld is.
Aan de wanden hangen foto's van familie, collega's, vrienden en bekenden.
Door een raam schijnt een avondrood zonnetje naar binnen.
Op de grond hangt een vage witte mist.
Aan het plafond hangt een ouderwetse lamp die een geel licht schijnt op de mensen eronder.
Prompt: This time my letter bag yielded the word OPA. I can do something with that because this is me too. The drawing gives me a happy feeling because I also think it is a beautiful phase in my life. There is of course a grandmother, but also fathers, mothers, uncle, aunts, nieces and/or nephews. We are all shaken like flakes in a snow globe and land somewhere again. It is also exciting. With a bit of luck, your own path will last eighty years. After us the flood, a king once said. When you have children and grandchildren, you have to look further and further beyond your own horizons to see what a beautiful, happy world should look like into the 22nd century.
I thought this was a fun project. How do you look beyond your horizon?
Prompt: Adrian Monk, played by Tony Shalhoub, is the title character and protagonist of the USA Network television series "Monk." He is a renowned former homicide detective for the San Francisco Police Department.
Monk's life took a tragic turn when his wife Trudy was murdered in a car bomb, leaving him with an intensified obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) and multiple phobias. These conditions led to his suspension from the police department.
Despite his challenges, Monk possesses an extraordinary ability to observe minute details and solve complex crimes. He works as a private police homicide consultant, using his unique perspective to assist the San Francisco Police Department in solving cases.
Monk's character is a fascinating blend of brilliance and eccentricity. His OCD manifests in various ways, such as an obsessive need for order, cleanliness, and specific routines. He also suffers from a multitude of phobias, ranging from common fears like germs and heights to more unusual ones like milk and balloons.
Despite his challenges, Monk's determination to overcome his fears and return to his former glory as a detective drives the series. He undergoes therapy with Dr. Neven Bell, aiming to regain control of his life and potentially be reinstated as a police detective.
Monk's journey is filled with humor, heart, and suspense as he navigates his personal struggles while solving intricate crimes. His unique perspective and unwavering dedication to justice make him a beloved and iconic character in television history.
Prompt: The man is working hard because when he is working his mind is occupied with the problems of others and there is no space in his brain for his own sad thoughts and feelings.
Tears are fighting to get out and give peace of mind to the man. He is fighting to keep them inside.
Being betrayed by others was bad. Being betrayed by his own people was evil.
They are living as if nothing happened.
They try to avoid contact because they see them and their behaviour mirrored in the man.
Black demons are floating around the scene and watching with green eyes and claws as fingers.
From a distance a purple angel is trying to save the man from his own thoughts by sending beams of light filled with energy.
Prompt: Put the word Huiskamerartiest as graffiti text on a wall in a bad neighborhood with much more graffiti.
On the ground you see a lot of rubbish, rats, pools of dirty water.
Between buildings a pale moon shines on the text huiskamerartiest.
A graffiti artist with a spray can in his hand is watching his work
Prompt: On the floor the bones and skull of a man are lying between drawings, books, records, photos.
The room is dusty, the windows are dirty. In an open door a man is looking inside.
A bright light from behind throws a shadow on the floor.
On the ceiling an old bulb is spreading a yellow light over the scene.
Before the windows you see the remains of plants.
In a corner you see an old teddy bear without ears and buttons as eyes. There are patches that repaired the holes in his skin.
On a shelf high on the wall a little purple angel is sitting and watching the scene.
On a wall the logo of half life is sprayed with paint. Empty spray cans lay beneath it.
Bottles of whiskey are on another shelf as a collection.
On another shelf you see statues of Pu tai in different sizes.
Prompt: If you're hiding a friend in your attic, and his mortal enemy comes to the door and asks if he's there, the *question* is a lie. They're really asking "can I come in and kill your friend?"
"No" is a completely truthful answer to that question.
A lot of life works like this.
Prompt: This time the word WIJ (WE) emerged from the letter bag. We also assumes a them. The group you belong to and who you don't. Many people are not part of us, but neither are they them. They are anonymous people who sometimes come to our retina through a news report but then disappear again. Besides now that I mention it, who still thinks of the drowned boy on a beach or the girl who walks through the ruins in Syria, crying and wondering what they have done, that this is their fate.
Sometimes people also create a WE and THEM by using labels such as Dutch, ADHD, person with a migration background, and so on. We probably know a lot of them ourselves. It is then interesting to see which WE's you belong to.
In the distant past I once followed a training course where you were allowed to create your identity molecule. What was striking was that what you had to fight for, what you had to prove yourself for again and again, also emerged as the most important from your molecule. Everything that is stated in Article 1 of the Constitution in the Netherlands, anyway. At the time I was a middle-aged, well-educated white man with a steady job, straight and married. This turned out to give quite a few privileges. Through birth, some effort and a lot of luck, a fair part of your future is already positively determined. My drawing also resembles a molecule where the protrusions, like many chemical substances, produce all kinds of effects. The huiskamerartiest wonders what you had to fight for in your life and what a birth gift was?
Prompt: A little child is sitting on the floor surrounded by toys. She is watching the adults around her who have to create the world she will live in after the grown ups are gone.
She just feels the worry's because she has no words to speak or think.
In a mirror she sees herself as the grown up she is going to become.
Prompt: A man is seeing the end of his road.
He is knowing at the end there is nothing left.
Behind him he sees mostly nice memories of what he has experienced.
He is wondering what of his memories and feelings will stay with the people he was with.
According to ideas about death, you are really dead when you are forgotten.
Prompt: Vrijheid is een kernwaarde in onze maatschappij. Maar het woord 'vrij' is gekaapt en wordt gebruikt om uitbuiting te rechtvaardigen. De farmaceutische industrie neemt de vrijheid om te veel geld te vragen voor medicijnen, grote techbedrijven zijn gevrijwaard van toezicht als het om privacy gaat, politici voelen zich vrij om tot opstand op te roepen, en het bedrijfsleven wordt nauwelijks belemmerd in zijn vrijheid om de planeet te vervuilen. Hoe heeft het zo ver kunnen komen? Wiens vrijheid is eigenlijk het belangrijkst en welke vrijheid moeten we dringend heroverwegen?
Nobelprijswinnaar Joseph E. Stiglitz betoogt dat
het westerse politieke en economische systeem
geen werkelijke vrijheid biedt: neoliberalisme
en vrijemarktkapitalisme vormen voor veruit de
meeste mensen juist een bedreiging. De weg
naar vrijheid laat zien dat een fundamentele
herwaardering van de democratie en de economie
noodzakelijk is, en niet alleen in de Verenigde
Staten: welk systeem staat dan wél garant voor
een goede samenleving, inclusief betekenisvolle
vrijheden voor het grootste deel van de mensheid?
Het nieuwe boek van Stiglitz is essentieel voor
iedereen die zich een toekomst voorstelt waarin
tolerantie en vrijheid centraal staan.
Prompt: Is it possible for me to change the system all by myself? Can I be the stone being thrown in the river and change the way the water goes forever? Can I be the falling domino stone that drops down a long line of domino stones? Or am I the next fool being laughed at, get exhausted and eventually pass away with sadness as tired as could be? Written history shows no permanent change. Cruelty of mankind is an ongoing circle of destruction, rebuilding and destruction again. This with growing possibilities for a final destruction of all people. Sad.
A river is going through the landscape. The sun gives a glittering shine on the water. An angle high above in the sky is watching the image
Prompt: "Loneliness is a seductive trap, poison that, once tasted, turns into a habit." Your calmness and peace envelops you like a cloak, making you forget the tumult of human interactions. Over time, the desire to distance yourself from others increases as it drains your energies and exposes your fragility. Loneliness may seem like a refuge, but it's a mirage that isolates us from true connections"
Prompt: Voor de voleinding.
In dit hexagram wordt de toestand vergeleken met een oude vos die over het ijs loopt... Hij weet precies hoe hij zich moet gedragen om niet door het ijs te zakken en veilig aan de overkant te raken.
Zo zou jij ook je problemen moeten aanpakken: voorzichtig en zachtjes aan. Want de opgave waar je voor geplaatst bent; is immens groot en zwaar Toch heb je alle kans op slagen. Je zult moeten scheppen in de complete verwarring die nu heerst. En dat kan niet zomaar in een vingerknip.
Maar als je je energie aanwendt op de juiste manier en de juiste plaats, dan krijg je het gewenste effect, belooft, de I Tjing.
Dit laatste hexagram geeft een bijzonder moeilijke toestand aan, die voorlopig negatief lijkt, maar die heel gunstig zal evolueren.
Zowel op financieel vlak als op liefdesgebied kun je krijgen waar je naar verlangt. Alleen zul je nog even moeten volhouden.
En de tijd zijn werk laten doen.
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
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.
