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I’m not here to please.I’m here to evolve, and if that evolution provokes something in you, so it be.
Zai this post is dedicated to you, you know why… I’m going to put down in written words what we spoke of last night. I feel like writing it down even for myself will be a good exercise. Bring clarity ….. i love clarity.
So…
The minute I started playing with AI music, I knew I was going to make people uncomfortable.
It made ME uncomfortable first.
Anyone close to me knows how long it took me to even go near AI.
And let’s be real, my entire circle is artists. 99.9% of them are actually fucking dope musicians. So I did not move lightly. I thought about it. Allot. People already have certain perceptions of me- Image adding the audacity of playing with making AI music? Bruh…. I’d probably hate on me if too I wasn’t already that bitch…lol.
But…
This was not a betrayal.
It was a wrestle.
If I’m honest, love made me do it.
I’m an artist, we create to alchemize. Creation is how nervous systems processes reality. It is how we metabolize certain experiences.
And now, for the first time, I had the opportunity to hear lyrics I wrote.
The pull of that was magnetic. Almost irresistible.…And if anyone understands that feeling, it should be musicians.
For the first time in my life, I have access to a co creator that can move at the same speed my mind moves. That alone changes everything.
Like many of us, I am using AI as a tool. Not a replacement. A tool. A collaborator that can keep up with the velocity of my ideas.
For most of my adulthood my business was built on creating content for other businesses and artists. I poured into everyone else. And when I stopped doing that? I didn’t even create “social content” for myself. The fact that I have found something that makes me want to create with the intention of sharing… That should tell you something.
I have my own internal guidelines if anyone is ever curious. My own code. And I stand on business with that. I am not here to exploit. I am not here to replace musicians. I am not a musician. AI cannot vibrate at the frequency of a human soul. And all good music has soul. So let’s not get twisted.
I am not pretending this shift is simple. But I also refuse to pretend it is not happening.
AI is not going away // It is Future. // Now. Now. Now.
We are building faster machines while poisoning the oldest intelligence on this planet.
So yes, I stepped into AI. (This is real time and It’s complicated babe).
If this machine is the language now, then I’m here to code reciprocity.
If water is at risk, then I will speak about water inside the algorithm.
Maybe part of my purpose is infiltration.
AI is doing things that used to belong strictly to certain crafts. I understand that discomfort deeply. I have lived it myself.
When Canva became mainstream, I was already a graphic designer. That shit used to pay my bills. I had to flow. Enter the evolution of Merritt “The Photographer”. The landscape shift and we adapt. Evolution.
So yes, I am part of the first wave of this AI moment.
That does not erase my ethics.
It does not erase my loyalty.
I have no illusions about what I am creating. This is personal to me.
Just like musicians used Canva to make their visuals doper, I am using AI music to amplify my creative work.
I am still an artist.
I am still loyal.
I am still standing on mothafuckin’ business.
I am just creating at the edge now.
And I am doing it STILL in the name of love.
Love of creation. Love of Water. Love of evolution.
Love for the part of me that refuses to stay small to keep other people comfortable.
Even if it risks misunderstanding.
Even if it risks side eyes.
Even if it risks silence from people I respect.
I wont take it personality.
Growth is not always polite.
I am choosing my lane on purpose.
Let’s see what happens.
My Ai relationship status: It’s complicated.
AI doesn’t run on air or ideas alone. It runs on massive data centers that consume enormous amounts of energy and water, water used to cool servers so machines can think faster, generate more, and extract more. Every prompt, every image, every automation has a physical footprint, and that footprint flows straight through rivers, aquifers, and communities that rarely get asked for consent.
Water is being treated like an invisible utility instead of a living system.
Water is the original processor. It stores memory, regulates systems, adapts without domination, and sustains life without extraction. You Babe, if you are reading this you’re 70% water.
If we are going to build artificial intelligence at scale, then honoring natural intelligence becomes non negotiable. At least that’s where I am at today. If I am using Ai, I can be of service of water. I don’t know what that mean exactly yet….. but its where I am at.
Water is paying the bill for our acceleration. What are we doing about it?
Again, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing yet. I just know I’m doing it anyway.
Let’s see what happens.
Divine Water I am of service.
Point of no return…
I wrote this a long time ago as a way to alchemize the bullshit. At the time, I alchemized the experience through lyrics.
Now it becomes something else. This was the first track I played with in this AI chapter, so thanks for the inspiration…I guess? Our most recent interaction reminded me I had these lyrics to play with. The lure of being able to hear a love song I wrote is just to dope. I feel like if anyone can relate to that feeling it should be you. It feels blashphemous considering you’re an actual musician, and a talented one at that. I promise I mean no disrespect. Its something new….(for me) and that’s something isn’t it?
Even if we haven’t resolved us yet, our exchange initiated something new in my creative experience…that’s dope, because as you know I’m here for the evolution.
In my mind, I get the chance to show you this and we both laugh so hard at how hilarious and terrible this is… Let’s see how powerful my mind is..so until then…💋
I have a love hate relationship with AI. BUT, I never thought I would get to hear this, because I can’t sing. The way it made me feel (even if it is AI and terrible) to hear the words…I’m hooked.
MIRROR MIRROR TRIGGER
I was out of town for a while,
Just got back to the Six.
Find out my name is still on your lips.
I come at you direct,
And you not respond—with disrespect?
Throwin’ dirt on my name…
Gossip is your new game? Lame.
I cared for you deeply once…
So let the record show:
This is my third and last attempt—
So I’ll go verrrry slow…
I ain’t beggin’ for nothin’
But I’m prayin’ for somethin’.
Is the man I used to know in there…
Somewhere?
Can you help me find him?
I used to know a man who spoke in whispers, not lies.
A man who sat by candlelight—no mask, no disguise.
He told me once, "I like you more than you know."
Do you know that man?
Have you seen that man in the mirror?
I don’t know about this new guy.
Who is this guy?
This snake in the skin.
Distracted.
Feeding on pain.
Turning love into hate.
FUCK this new guy—
And fuck his fake love gang.
The irony of their claims
Is that it’s my name they defame.
The man I knew could look me in my eyes—directly.
He used to like to please me.
That man I let touch me.
I haven’t seen that man in a while.
Is he still in there… somewhere?
Can you tap into his frequency?
If so—look that man in the mirror
And tell that man to come find me.
I’ll be where peace and love can just breathe.
But don’t get it twisted—
Mirror, mirror…
Also tell that new guy
I’m rock steady
On the motha fuckin’ trigger.
Taking accountability for life
When you find the content that inspires the work you need to do.
Becoming a Master at Deprogramming the Mind
I often find myself here, reflecting. I’m obsessed with evolving. I’m the weirdo that goes looking for triggers because I know its an opportunity to evolve my being, and I know I’m on earth to evolve. Embracing my shadows allows me to shed old patterns and create a more authentic, empowered self.
Sometimes it's helpful to recognize who you no longer want to be before you can reprogram your subconscious behaviors with the thoughts, actions, and character traits you aspire to.
Aspects of forgiveness and finding peace with bitch ass apologies
for·give·ness
/fərˈɡivnəs/
noun
the action or process of forgiving or being forgiven.
At times, it's as if I'm attempting to harness the Force to persuade myself that I'm content with everything, all while secretly yearning to unleash my inner Darth Vader and create chaos of cosmic proportions. Yet, here I am, firmly entrenched in my era of grace, radiating Yoda-like vibes (or at least aspiring to). I’m still working out that perfect balance of knowing when to speak your truth and just letting go and giving space. I tend to lean giving space…
Recently, forgiveness has been occupying my thoughts, especially since receiving one of the most insincere apologies from someone I deeply care for. All the “right words” where said, but the shit just vibrated low. I've grown to detest phrases like "It wasn’t my intention" or "I’m sorry you feel that way." I understand I’m responsible for my feelings, but it feels like accountability for poor behaviour is becoming increasingly rare, overshadowed by “proper” yet impersonal language. Frankly, I've reached my limit with it. Its bullshit. I know everything is perception and there is so much unknow data in every situation, but this recent experience has me rethinking the approach and language of forgiveness. Even I will move differently in life should when issuing apologies in the future.
I feel like if you’re going to act like a bitch,
be a bitch, don’t act like one then pretend you’re not while apologizing.
Own your shit. Then at least your behaviour is respectable
because you vibrate authentic.
Full Circle Moments. No one will ever know just how much last night meant to me 🥵
I swear when i take myself out i have so much fun.
The night started like this…..
Can you see me ??? ✌️ I was hoping to mannifest experiencing Fly Paper live….but alas i did not….. Next Time Kevin plllleeease!… 🥵 🥵
A quick trip to MTL… blah blah blah…. This is how it ended….. next day 2pm- me litteraly peeling off last nights fit 🥵🥵🥵 ***Real talk- i love making last minute random things to wear -kinda my speciality- but mixing upcycle computer bits and fashion might be a thing for me…My peasant from the future look was so sick :P
The skirt that almost made it to the Juno’s
I don’t know what’s more dope. 'I made a skirt for an artist attending the Junos' or 'I made a skirt for an artist that was not permitted to be worn at the Juno’s.'
Apparently, the second choice is a life receipt I didn’t even know I wanted. 🥵 🥵 🥵
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Dope #Vanier life receipt
During the holiday season of 2023 I got to eat, dance and be a fly on the wall while a dope artist worked her magic. We laughed, we cried, we reminisced, we caught up on life and my favourite aspect, we created.
Mique holds a special place in my heart. She was the artist who created the first piece of local art I purchased for my home yeeeeaaaaaars ago. We were under a bridge at a House of Paint festival- I think.. Ever since that moment, my obsession with local art has only grown. If you know me you know.
I love that I could connect one of my favourite Vanier business with one of my favourite Vanier artist.
You should go
for breakfast or lunch
and check it out.
Its Vibes. IYKYK.
*Now if i get my way (which i usually do), Fontenelle will have a better playlist, a juice bar, a GrabnGo Menu and we WILL paint the outside wall :D
The inclusion of an M in Mique's design for MERRITT brought tears to my eyes 😭😭 Thats me Bitch!!