Greg Hartwick (twicktwit)
@greghartwick.bsky.social
Retired medical research scientist. Atheist. Science nerd. Art lover. Computers and AI artist. LGBTQIA+ ally. BLM ally. Account Creation 8/23/2023 No 🚫 DM
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It's often said that 90% of everything created falls short of its full potential. This inherent challenge applies to all creative endeavors, including AI art. Art's true worth, as defined by the viewer, lies not in its method but its enduring vision. My aim is to contribute to that lasting 10%.
December 2, 2025 at 8:56 PM
December 2, 2025 at 8:55 PM
December 2, 2025 at 8:54 PM
December 2, 2025 at 5:05 PM
“The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,….”
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
December 2, 2025 at 12:46 PM
“The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,….”
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
—William Wordsworth (The Sun Has Long Been Set) 1807
#AIart #Midjourney7 #Poetry
December 1, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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December 1, 2025 at 11:24 AM
“There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where’er the gentle southwind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread….”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
December 1, 2025 at 10:41 AM
“There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where’er the gentle southwind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
The leaves above their sunny palms outspread….”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1886
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 30, 2025 at 9:05 PM
November 30, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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November 30, 2025 at 12:56 PM
“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 30, 2025 at 12:02 PM
“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,
Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone,
Still as the silence round about his lair;…”
—John Keats (Hyperion) 1795 – 1821
#AIart #NanoBanana #Poetry
November 29, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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