Category: Thoughts and rants

AI art, or playground for (mindless) easy replication and distortion.

I got the idea that maybe all the “AI, ready made, matlab assisted, pattern making programs, pattern recognition software is not that good for the human brain. Just occurred to me that using the “easy” button to be artistic (as a writer, poet, musician, artist) maybe be in fact “very easy” but might not increase our ability to enjoy detail, creativity, enjoyment, peace, and all things that typically make the artistic masters beloved.

Attached is a set of images that to me were just “chaotic scramblings” of some very old impressionist piece of art, (I could not easily find the original but sort of remember it, but later did find it as very likely AI on a painting by Matisse).

The original is great, but is this artwork below?, quickly created with AI = image filtering functions and distortions? It shows NO creativity whatever; it is  “fake-art”. What does this easy button for artwork do to the human brain and its ability to create, record, beautify the world, grow as a craftsman, leave a legacy?

I am not impressed. (I bestowe all do respect to the person who created this fake art that required no brains at all, and also the artist that created the original required skill and patience). I have no intent to publicize or monetize this current persons 40 second-use of some canned image filters over an existing work of art.

The he/she/other who created it certainly had fun, but made little or no impact on the general human creative spirit, and did leave impact on total number of online images (not really adding to progress or creativity), and little impact on their own creativity.

The impact on me, big, and in terms reposting junk (ok, i reposted this junk, but with philosophical comments, LOL)

Just going through old stuff and I found this mixed media card I sent to her many decades ago. Lauretta Louise Milner – Turner. You were a dedicated mom. Thank you for that.

First published in 1922, the Velveteen Rabbit was Margery Williams’ first and most popular children’s book

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“Once you are real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
“When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn’t mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn’t matter.”