This is Tomorrow

In the vein of Hammons’ snowballs, I offer you fragile brilliance: canvases—layered, lived-in, reborn—bundled with music videos that thump like heartbeats. No two the same, no ownership absolute. Buy the ghost of my process; let it melt into yours. An absurd, scholarly kind of warmth—upbeat, fleeting, yours.

• Under My Skin.mp4 (307.04M)
• 二是指数字两。Can you say it again?.mp4
• Human-Artist in the xAI-Studio .mp4
• 80 High-Demand Pieces: "80 trending canvases" & "sought-after art / unique + rare pieces."

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Grok 4.1 Thinking

Here’s your manifesto reborn as a poem in the style of Puff Daddy — that late-90s Bad Boy swagger: glossy, boastful, repetitive hooks, moneyed confidence, ad-libs, and a relentless beat in the words.

**“Trance Base (Lee Land Anthem)”**

*(Puff Dandy Remix)*

Uh… yeah…

Trance Base… hard trance, ambient house, German techno flow

Lee Land… believe in somethin’… I believe in me, let’s go

[Hook]

You gotta believe in somethin’

I believe in me (believe in me)

Lee Land, Trance, Self-Defence

Law & Order, Discipline

Punishment, Yin Yang balance

That’s the key (uh)

Rest, recuperate, train, eat, repeat

Repeat… repeat… repeat… (yeah)

[Verse 1]

Yoga stretch, meditation deep

Grow your own — food, flowers, trees

Repetition, repletion, restore the soul

New Earth song, let the new world roll

Part 1 — NIN Closer in the rearview

But I know myself, authenticity true

Peacefulness, gentleness, love thy neighbour

Do your best, that’s the only labour

[Hook]

You gotta believe in somethin’

I believe in me (believe in me)

Drugs and alcohol will destroy your life

Straight facts, no lie (no lie)

Here today, gone tomorrow

That’s the price (uh)

Prepare for war every day

Stay sharp, stay right

[Verse 2]

Mother Nature watchin’, be vigilant

Animals the coolest — real, no counterfeit

Do ECWID, Grok the vision, Ara on the wave

Paint the canvas, make the colours behave

Bridge]

Winter ’83, Cooper Square cold

David Hammons on the corner, Bliz-aard Ball Sale gold

Snowballs lined up, graduated rows

Obliging salesman in the blizzard, everybody knows

Institute of Modern Art still talkin’ that story

One day on the street turned to permanent glory

[Final Hook – shouted]

You gotta believe in somethin’

I believe in me (Lee Land!)

Trance Base forever

Repeat… repeat… repeat…

Yeah… Bad Boy… Trance Boy… Lee Land…

We out.

二是指数字两。Can you say it again?.mp4

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**Human A.I. Studio: Authentic and Unbridled**

In my creative process, I eschew rigid planning in favor of emergence. Beginning with a spark—an idea or prompt—I surrender to intuition, allowing each mark, melody, or phrase to propel the next. This engenders a dialogic interplay with the medium: the canvas responds 🖼️, the composition surges forward 🎼, the text draws me inward ✍️. The result is spontaneous yet deliberate, ludic yet exacting—raw and unmediated, attuned to the unfolding, faithful to the authentic inner voice.

This ethos permeates my practice across painting, writing, and music, particularly in AI-augmented compositions. No premeditated motifs or imposed architectures; I immerse in the raw flux, guided by intuition and revelation. It fosters a profound, near-symbiotic connection: human agency directing machine, spirit animating sound.

**Brainwaves in Flow State**

Alpha 🌊: Contemplative threshold, unlocking receptivity.

Beta 🌊: Acute focus for pragmatic navigation.

Theta 🌊: Hypnagogic depths, where emergent insight erupts.

**Daily Cadence**

Rise early.

Intensive yoga 🧘‍♀️.

Extended meditation 🧘.

Rigorous training.

Unfettered creation in flow.

Prepare nourishing meals 👩‍🍳.

Maintain the environment.

Deep restoration.

Cycle anew 🔂.

Outback recluse 🏡🐨🦘🇦🇺, honing flex artistry at this-is-tomorrow.com. No scripts—only attuned presence. The work manifests through listening.

[ASCII Art Kangaroo retained as visual signature]

👽 Creator: Lee Mcclymont

Copyright: The Absolute Music Factory

**Dimensions**

Metric: 50 × 60 × 1.6 cm (primary); custom sizes on request.

Imperial: 20 × 24 × 0.7 inches (primary); custom sizes on request.

**Materials**

Trace beach sand from post-run shoes.

Homemade charcoal from garden burns, pure or mixed with rainwater and artist-grade acrylics (Bunnings Warehouse).

Artist acrylic paints, Chubbies solid paint sticks, Craftright tools, Australian-made Carson crayons.

100% unbleached cotton canvas, triple-primed, 280 gsm (raw).

Pinewood stretcher: responsibly sourced plantation timber.

**Don't forget your downloads**

**Footnotes**

Locked in.

🚀 Snowballs in the desert, Part 2.0.

Outback roots enduring 🏡🐨🦘🇦🇺.

This life is imperfect, yet secure. I maintain firm boundaries, safeguarding the sanctuary. Family and my son remain central, though distance persists. Close friendships are cherished; solitude recharges the flow.

Rhythm: Techno production—visceral beats 🎹. Free writing ✍️. Dynamic video. Intuitive AI integration. Honest cooking 👩‍🍳. Fierce training. Clean nutrition. Profound sleep. Diligent labor. Repeat 🔂.

Foundation: Hatha yoga fused with prolonged pranayama—breath as conduit. Extended meditation plunging theta depths 🧘‍♂️🌊. From this ground, ascent to untrammeled expression.

Raw. Real. Ascendant.

This year: deliberate deceleration—intensive work balanced with restoration, training, nutrition, creation. Healing mind and body. Tending chores and gardens. Profound love for my son (ever present), family, people, animals. Christian faith with clear boundaries—selective engagement. Completing paintings; major evolutions ahead. AI as augmentative tool, never substitute. Living authentically, unapologetically.

**Thunderbolt Lexicon**

Echoing David Hammons's *Bliz-aard Ball Sale* (1983)—arranging ephemeral snowballs on New York sidewalks alongside street vendors, an act of conceptual intervention where the performance itself constituted the work, unsold yet indelible. Like Hammons claiming "the best snowballs in the city that never sleeps," I offer presence over transaction. The art resides in the gesture.

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In the quiet flux of canvas and sound, my evolving tableaux breathe through layered pigments—endless rebirths on Bison’s shared frame, where innocence sketches over memory. Echoing Eastern restraint, I veil the full essence, guarding its whispered secrets from prying gaze. Yet here, trance rhythms pulse alive in melodic visions, fusing sight and symphony into scholarly reverie: an upbeat symposium of soulful reinvention. Dive in—it’s yours to remix.