More Or Less
AI can copy a look.
It can make something fast.
Very fast.
But it can’t live a life.
It can’t bring experience or grief or instinct or care to the work.
Art matters to me because it carries the mark of a real person.
Someone with guts.
With spirit.
With fingerprints and smudges.
Proof that someone was here.
And when I’m feeling flawed and frustrated.
Or elated and hopeful.
All I want is to see something made by someone who gets it.
Which is to say, to feel that someone else gets it.
That’s when I realize I’m not alone in my humanity.
And by that measure, AI can’t compete.
So that’s what I told them.
More or less.
