AI, a topic always lingering in the back of my mind. Recently ,on Substack has been posting gorgeous ‘photos’ of nature, more than suspicious of being AI generated.
This entire experience/experiment, reads like a fable, a cautionary tale. All good fables have a moral to the story. Usually the moral is fairly obvious.The ending agreeable by all those who read.The interpretation of this particular one, surely will open a chasm of division in opinions.For years to come. Me, I am after all, only human, and will always rally for the creativity and imagination, the origin of all forms of art, the human mind.
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man ... a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
Lor, I think AI will come after our creativity, but won’t be able to suppress it. Like it won’t feed our stomachs, it won’t feed our souls. Sure it will be able to change (for the worse) the market, flooding it with cold albeit pretty art, but we will still need to create, because that is what makes man human. Plus, nature pictures, AI or not, will never ever replace the real thing- a walk in the forest, a swim in the sea. Thanks once more for reading.
I whole heartedly agree. It certainly was interesting. In the end , AI could not compete. Chagall was way ahead of the game . And don’t get me started on Dali.
Wow Ana, I enjoyed this because your will to win as the best of the worst is so damn intense. You must accept your excellence. You have to BE the art. This was such a fun contest and I think mine is much worse than yours. Mwahahaha.
I’m actually very worried about AI and art. I think there’s a glib dismissal of what’s coming that’s dismissed by artists right now. For one thing I think we underestimate just how insanely powerful these algorithms are, but for the other:
We imagine that we’ll compete, so to speak, with AI on our own terms. The mediums will be our mediums. It will be my watercolor versus yours. But it won’t be that at all. The rules of the game are entirely unknown to us right now. But artistic games (it’s all games) will be played where we can’t keep up and don’t understand the rules in mediums we did not invent and don’t fully comprehend.
Few (some) looked at the Gutenberg Bible and imagined the atomic bomb or the Holocaust. Or Tolstoy or Hefner or Yeats or Marx. We are stepping through a portal and it’s all fun house mirrors now.
In the meantime you have plenty of fibers and Chagall wins the round. AI will end up, I fear, as the GOAT.
Adam, yesterday I went to a party that a couple of friends concocted just to celebrate friendship. The turnout was astounding, as is their personality. And there were two teenagers there, one the niece, the other the son of their neighbours, and they had never met each other until the day before the party. They sang three songs together with another friend of ours playing the guitar. You should have heard them together, how they clicked, how they managed to make their voices complement each other, the harmony. All I see around me is youth who wants and does create in ways that I will never comprehend. Youth that meets and laughs and has fun and is not the youth that some people write about in their "the end is upon us" posts about how everything is getting worse. The competition you see with AI might be for sales, for attention, for likes, but one thing will always prevail- the need to express ourselves, the creative act itself is innate in our nature and that is going nowhere (unless we become extinct, and if we do, what can I say, we had a good run?). I talked about this in another post this summer I link in this reply (part one of the Good Death). Humans will continue to create in our own terms. And some will see the third world war in AI, and how to subjugate the human condition to a bunch of stupid pictures with goat women and burping babies in bright pastel colours, but also, maybe, most of us will say "I can do better". And like that, something just as good as "El Quijote" might also be born. Society always has pendular movements, so I am hopeful, optimistic, even. You should be, too; you have to live till well into your nineties.
AI, a topic always lingering in the back of my mind. Recently ,on Substack has been posting gorgeous ‘photos’ of nature, more than suspicious of being AI generated.
This entire experience/experiment, reads like a fable, a cautionary tale. All good fables have a moral to the story. Usually the moral is fairly obvious.The ending agreeable by all those who read.The interpretation of this particular one, surely will open a chasm of division in opinions.For years to come. Me, I am after all, only human, and will always rally for the creativity and imagination, the origin of all forms of art, the human mind.
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man ... a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
{~Rod Serling }
Lor, I think AI will come after our creativity, but won’t be able to suppress it. Like it won’t feed our stomachs, it won’t feed our souls. Sure it will be able to change (for the worse) the market, flooding it with cold albeit pretty art, but we will still need to create, because that is what makes man human. Plus, nature pictures, AI or not, will never ever replace the real thing- a walk in the forest, a swim in the sea. Thanks once more for reading.
I whole heartedly agree. It certainly was interesting. In the end , AI could not compete. Chagall was way ahead of the game . And don’t get me started on Dali.
Fucking glorious. I dig all your writings but this one is my now new favorite
Wow Ana, I enjoyed this because your will to win as the best of the worst is so damn intense. You must accept your excellence. You have to BE the art. This was such a fun contest and I think mine is much worse than yours. Mwahahaha.
Jeanne, although your rhymes suck, my attempt at depth and imagination blows so much you cannot possibly contemplate that you came on top of me.
(Not a single fiber? Pshaw, Ana.)
I’m actually very worried about AI and art. I think there’s a glib dismissal of what’s coming that’s dismissed by artists right now. For one thing I think we underestimate just how insanely powerful these algorithms are, but for the other:
We imagine that we’ll compete, so to speak, with AI on our own terms. The mediums will be our mediums. It will be my watercolor versus yours. But it won’t be that at all. The rules of the game are entirely unknown to us right now. But artistic games (it’s all games) will be played where we can’t keep up and don’t understand the rules in mediums we did not invent and don’t fully comprehend.
Few (some) looked at the Gutenberg Bible and imagined the atomic bomb or the Holocaust. Or Tolstoy or Hefner or Yeats or Marx. We are stepping through a portal and it’s all fun house mirrors now.
In the meantime you have plenty of fibers and Chagall wins the round. AI will end up, I fear, as the GOAT.
Adam, yesterday I went to a party that a couple of friends concocted just to celebrate friendship. The turnout was astounding, as is their personality. And there were two teenagers there, one the niece, the other the son of their neighbours, and they had never met each other until the day before the party. They sang three songs together with another friend of ours playing the guitar. You should have heard them together, how they clicked, how they managed to make their voices complement each other, the harmony. All I see around me is youth who wants and does create in ways that I will never comprehend. Youth that meets and laughs and has fun and is not the youth that some people write about in their "the end is upon us" posts about how everything is getting worse. The competition you see with AI might be for sales, for attention, for likes, but one thing will always prevail- the need to express ourselves, the creative act itself is innate in our nature and that is going nowhere (unless we become extinct, and if we do, what can I say, we had a good run?). I talked about this in another post this summer I link in this reply (part one of the Good Death). Humans will continue to create in our own terms. And some will see the third world war in AI, and how to subjugate the human condition to a bunch of stupid pictures with goat women and burping babies in bright pastel colours, but also, maybe, most of us will say "I can do better". And like that, something just as good as "El Quijote" might also be born. Society always has pendular movements, so I am hopeful, optimistic, even. You should be, too; you have to live till well into your nineties.
https://anabosch.substack.com/p/the-good-death-part-1