Dysmorphic Computer Visions;
from Disintegration Aesthetics (2024)

Images made with a home brewed build of stable diffusion. The only prompting text is Sappho's Fragment 31 as translated by Anne Carson:

He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close
to your sweet speaking

and lovely laughing—oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears

and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead—or almost
I seem to me.

But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty . . .