Eye project Lotte

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>>> generate.story(z, './images/2.jpg') NEAREST-CAPTIONS: A wooden chair and long wooden table that has various sculptures on it . A wooden table with chairs surrounded it under paintings . a wooden table with so many tools on it A wooden table with four different chairs sitting around it . There is a table with chairs around it

OUTPUT: I wanted to elaborate against the desk and chairs , but it had nothing to do with me . To be honest , it was as though I had never been able to sit in a room with him . In the dim light of the room , I took a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder , noticing that it was one of the most important things she 'd ever shared with him . The room was empty , but it made no sense at all . I thought for a moment as I set my tray down on the wooden floor and let it go . Eventually , I would ve been more occupied than that room and used it .

>>> generate.story(z, './images/I Spy Bags 3.jpg') NEAREST-CAPTIONS: A group of doughnuts with sprinkles , apple and raspberry jelly . Several pieces of fruit are positioned to make a smiley face on a surface . An assortment of trinkets are shown on a white table . An assortment of peanut , sprinkled , glazed and chocolate donuts A line up of a ring shaped candies next to some other treats .

OUTPUT: I contained a mouthful of fruit , and for the first time , I could tell she was tired of prying eyes from me . The rest of them seemed to be sorting through layers and layers of clothing . I had no idea what to do with that , but I also felt as if he 'd treated her as if he were the most important thing in the world . The truth was , I was starving , thanks to Fiona . She held up a tray and placed it on the table beside me . Like that s the recipe , I had to remain stiff and entirely different . >>>

Lolll ---- this is the pink girls room.. Such an incest story now. -->

>>> generate.story(z, './images/cute-pink-girl-bedroom-554x414.jpg') NEAREST-CAPTIONS: a babies bedroom with a dresser a teddy bear and a bed Twin bed with a baby crib next to it A little girl 's bedroom has a crib as well as a bed . A baby in a crib with a nighlight Two little girls reading storybooks in their bedroom .

OUTPUT: I shared a little bed with her , and my mother was in bed . When I opened the door to her bedroom , I could n't help but notice that I had no idea what the doctor had done to me . In fact , it was almost as if he were thirteen years old , and there was no room for them to be torn apart . She looked up at the ceiling of the bed . The man 's bed filled the room with a soft , painful kiss that reminded me of a million years ago . My God , I hoped to make her a little more nak*d and in bed . >>>

>>> generate.story(z, './images/holiday.jpg') NEAREST-CAPTIONS: A machine with lots of knick knacks on it . A wooden and marble table topped with decorations . A wooden table topped with nick knacks and candles . A table with a clock on top and bottles below . Several knick knacks sit on a shelf next to a lit candle .

OUTPUT: I hesitated with the fireplace , and I had to admit to myself that all I wanted to do was lift a glass of wine and set them on top of her dresser drawer . To my surprise , it seemed like the most important thing in the world . As much as I love it , I have no idea how many women have been . I could n't help but notice that when he sat down next to her , he was already six feet from the ceiling . The room was empty , and it looked as if he 'd made a great deal of effort to keep his wits intact . But for the first time , Ivy and I carried it over walls . >>>

-- Met vriendelijke groet,

Lotte de Jong

T: +31 645738134 E: info@lottelouise.nl

OUTPUT: My bedroom had nothing to do with the bed , and in the dim light . Of course , I thought I was as much a bed as I used to be . The room was filled with portraits of her and my bed , so that I could n't help but wonder what lay between them . By the time we reached the bottom floor , he gave me a soft , demanding kiss . I had no intention of falling asleep in bed with a vampire . It was the only room I 'd designed for her to leave , and most likely in bed .

>>> generate.story(z, './images/3.jpg', k=200, bw=100) NEAREST-CAPTIONS: A bedroom has white curtains , a drawing , and green walls . A luxurious bedroom with green accent pillows and curtains . A bed sitting under a window next to a green plant . A bedroom with green walls has two large beds . a bedroom bed with blue walls and sheer curtains

OUTPUT: My bedroom had nothing to do with the bed , and in the dim light . Of course , I thought I was as much a bed as I used to be . The room was filled with pillows and pillows , but I had no idea what to do with them . By the time I opened my bedroom door , I could see that he 'd let her go , and he reminded me of what happened last night . It was the most luxurious bed I 'd ever seen in Connor 's bed . She sat up against the headboard , presumably to keep it light and painful . >>>

>>> generate.story(z, './images/3.jpg', k=500, bw=200) NEAREST-CAPTIONS: A bedroom has white curtains , a drawing , and green walls . A luxurious bedroom with green accent pillows and curtains . A bed sitting under a window next to a green plant . A bedroom with green walls has two large beds . a bedroom bed with blue walls and sheer curtains

OUTPUT: My bedroom had nothing to do with the bed , and in bed . In a dim light , I thought that as much as I loved her , it was the most beautiful room I 'd ever seen in my room . I had no idea what to expect . The room was filled with pillows and pillows , but he forced himself to take a seat on either side of the bed . By the time they reached the bottom floor , I let out a small whimper of disappointment . She also gave me what she was going to be in bed . >>>

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Sorry i'm a bit behind;

My idea is to construct a 'personal' space out of items and attributes that belong to a non-person, an invented identity made up out of algorithms, keyword and 'ideal' user-profiles. Floating through a borderless space with scattered objects, you feel it's evidence to something, personal items or maybe memories, but slowly you realize it's all a construct.

-> I want the viewer to watch and imagine different stories of what they're witnessing... Is it someone's personal room? Are they stolen items? I want people to feel attached to the image they see before they realize the materials have no intrinsic value, they are meaningless objects put together to create a reality.