A sketch of my Singularity Pandora. What ancient box has this Pandora found and opened?

Will this "pandora's box" opened release the spirits of what humanity once was in this new Singularity, where man and machine have no separation? Who can say what she has let loose on man/machine...

My Fixation with the android human hybrid continues.

I know I am meant to be finishing up my other Singularity painting I shared with you before but when the mood hits I have to capture it.

My work is often the manifestation of my storied day dreams.

I carry about with me all day little scenarios and vignettes often involving animals and usualy a single person. This, mainly might be due to my very solitary nature and the fact that I, myself, am often just spending the day alone with animals.

However, my Singularity paintings (as I am so determined to call them) began with the power outages we experienced during our turbulent Winter nor'easter season here in New England. I think, as I find is as it should be, that I am also subconsciously and sometimes consciously influenced by other artists here on Steemit. I love both @reinhard-schmid 's automata women painted in glass and his sense of light-hearted joy and humour. And too, I love the dark and deep stark world peopled by humanesque beings found in @gric amazing work.

In a way, Steemit has allowed me to sneak into a sort of digital milieu of such artists. I am continually thankful and greatful for such commrades in the arts, though I don't claim to have their skill or vision. But, we cannot all be the same for that would be a bland sort of artist collective.

So have I, being influenced both subconsciously and consciously, slipped back door into their parallel worlds?

My Singularity beings, caught between human and machine, certainly wander about in a world a bit brighter, but also fanciful in a differing way. I find myself obsessed with this female being, though she is never the same, wandering about wondering at her own existence.

A machine and an organic being caught in an odd sort of life that is living, but not quite "alive".

She wanders about, in the leisure of such a life, trailing the skirts of her human ancestry wondering what were these beings from whence she came? That is why today, looking at some lovely versions of the famous fable of Pandora and the box (Waterhouse being one of my favourites) I imagined my Singularity woman and what would her Pandora's box be?

What if, thought I sipping coffee and staring at art on a screen, this being found an old laptop. The detritius of an ancient time when man and machine were too very distinct things and what could it tell her about them. And how would it work? Simply, when one is one's own power source, a robot hand is a charging station as much as it is a delicate organic mix of cell and sinew that can feel the soft turn of silk or press into the soil, an ancient seed to watch it grow, surely. It is my world of my making after all. I set the rules.

My Singularity is not a world of bleak start doom but one of innocent creatures wondering and searching ; the Sprint of Humanity still coursing through their fibers, wondering "Why am I here? What is the meaning of Life?"

I have been a good girl, too, and am still working on my other painting. Here I will share a section of the body and face with two butterflies beginning to take life.

I indiscriminately and arbitrarily choose what bit of my subjects are flesh and what machine. I don't think it'd matter to them, their idea of segregation or difference would probably lie in a very different criteria then what their pure human ancestry would have felt. Who can say...Well I can say, it's my world, but I haven't really yet said...so.

I hope all have a lovely day and enjoy your time before the machines come, who knows they might be interested in what we have left behind.

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My bitcoin wallet as per the @slothicorn request to provide it with your artwork.

Another Sketch for a new Singularity painting: Pandora