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Meet Laurz, a wonderful AI artist and poet from Australia who is this issue’s guest curator. She has chosen 5 other Australian AI artists to feature, so check them all out.
Issue 12 of aithena.art magazine is curated by @lawatdusk
Laurz
AI Artist
September 2025
My style carries a beautifully haunting quality, melancholic yet deeply expressive, weaving loss, solitude, and transformation into surreal imagery. There’s a delicate balance between introspection and storytelling in my work, where every piece feels like a quiet echo of emotion. It’s always evolving like shifting seasons, my creations take on new forms while retaining the essence of my vision.
Colour is essential to my work, it’s a powerful tool for conveying mood and emotion, shaping the atmosphere of every piece. Each hue carries its own weight, transforming a scene with subtle shifts in tone and intensity. Through AI art, I explore how colours breathe life into my creations, guiding the viewer into the emotions woven within them.
Why do you make art?
AI art is my way of expressing emotions and finding solace in creativity. I first started creating three months after losing a loved one. It became an escape, a place where I could channel my thoughts and emotions into something tangible. Even now, it remains a form of escapism, offering moments of clarity and beauty in the midst of life’s complexities. Along the way, I discovered an incredible community that shares the same passion, turning this journey into something even more meaningful.
We chase the flawless, chase the sun,
But dusk is where the truth’s begun.
In every scar, in every tear,
The story’s told.. we once were here.
So let me break, and let me bend,
I’ll wear my flaws until the end.
For in the cracks, the light gets through,
And paints the world in softer blue.
-Laurz
I chase the flicker of your name
in the ashes of the sky,
where whispered winds once carried
the laughter we left behind.
Your touch still lingers in the air,
a phantom heat that scorches bone,
and in the dark, I hold the burn,
the sacred ruin of all I’ve known.
The world moves, careless and cruel,
yet here I stand, a smouldering soul,
a mourner caught in flames of want,
singed by love beyond control.
I scream your name into the void,
but echoes turn to falling dust.
No answer comes, yet still I wait,
still I ache, still I trust.
-Laurz
