Venice, 3AM: How AI Helped Me Find My Creative Voice (2017)

3AM.
A woman smoking alone on a bridge.
A man walking through the mist, tucked beneath his jacket.
The streets were silent as if the city was holding its breath.

I wandered through it with my camera, chasing shadows and solitude.
I captured everything: the stillness, the loneliness, the quiet beauty.
But I couldn’t write about any of it.

Not because I didn’t feel the story but because I didn’t know how to say it.


I’ve Always Been a Visual Storyteller

But growing up with dyslexia, writing felt like a locked door.
Spelling, structure, even forming paragraphs all of it created friction.
I had a head full of stories and drives full of images… but no way to share the full picture.

I used to dream of starting a travel blog. I’d capture these cinematic moments and imagine what I’d write but the fear of “not writing it right” always stopped me.

So the stories stayed silent. The words stayed buried.

Then Came AI

When I started experimenting with ChatGPT, I wasn’t looking to “become a writer.”
I just wanted to express what I was already seeing and feeling.

What I found was a tool that helped me translate visual instinct into written form with rhythm, flow, and clarity I’d struggled to access on my own.

Now, AI is part of my creative toolkit.
I still shoot, direct, and edit but now I also write.
Not because AI replaces my creativity, but because it amplifies it.

This post?
It was co-written with AI. But the story, the emotion, the memory that’s mine.


The Night Ended in Light

That night in Venice ended at sunrise in Plaza San Marcos, just after the rain.
The square was empty. The light was silver. The world was waking up again.

Back then, I didn’t have the words.
Now I do.

And I believe we’re just beginning to understand what’s possible when creative minds embrace new tools not out of fear, but out of desire to go further.