![Increasingly hearing more and more how generative and artificial intelligence enables our lives to become better, faster, stronger, smarter, easier. What I’m seeing is something that swallows, whole, our artistic endeavours and ideas. Aggregators of our process, labor, methods, line, color, shape, style, and flavors, all wrapped in bow, mashed, polished and pieced together like a digital glossy frankenstein created at the push of a button. Programmed to forego the trials and tribulations of the journey of the artist, the dexterity and development, the training of the welder, sculptor, printmaker, patternmaker, and the skill, mastery, and passionate resilience, learned by years of study and dedication to the trade, by the painter, the animator or illustrator. The deal is it’s all like a joke. A joke that the “machine” does not and will not ever get. The punchline is that we are imperfect. When we make, forge, build, draw and design, with our hands, our minds, we draw from the source. The mysterious human soul. Listen to Coltrane, I see it and we’ll hear it together. Stand in front of the Wheatfield with Crows and Water Lilies paintings. Notice the depth and spontaneity of marks in person. Head to the Badlands and see the wandering bison. Swim at the bottom of bridal veil falls at Yosemite during Spring run off. Once in your life go to Reynisfjara Beach or Punaluʻu beach and walk upon the black sand after sunset. See if you can resist from weeping, with joy. I couldn’t. Keep painting, drawing, designing, singing, performing, creating, writing, my friends. Stay in touch.]()
Increasingly hearing more and more how generative and artificial intelligence enables our lives to become better, faster, stronger, smarter, easier. What I’m seeing is something that swallows, whole, our artistic endeavours and ideas. Aggregators of our process, labor, methods, line, color, shape, style, and flavors, all wrapped in bow, mashed, polished and pieced together like a digital glossy frankenstein created at the push of a button. Programmed to forego the trials and tribulations of the journey of the artist, the dexterity and development, the training of the welder, sculptor, printmaker, patternmaker, and the skill, mastery, and passionate resilience, learned by years of study and dedication to the trade, by the painter, the animator or illustrator. The deal is it’s all like a joke. A joke that the “machine” does not and will not ever get. The punchline is that we are imperfect. When we make, forge, build, draw and design, with our hands, our minds, we draw from the source. The mysterious human soul. Listen to Coltrane, I see it and we’ll hear it together. Stand in front of the Wheatfield with Crows and Water Lilies paintings. Notice the depth and spontaneity of marks in person. Head to the Badlands and see the wandering bison. Swim at the bottom of bridal veil falls at Yosemite during Spring run off. Once in your life go to Reynisfjara Beach or Punaluʻu beach and walk upon the black sand after sunset. See if you can resist from weeping, with joy. I couldn’t. Keep painting, drawing, designing, singing, performing, creating, writing, my friends. Stay in touch.
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