october 2022
today concerns me.
from what i have observed, people have a strange tendency, this odd fascination of admiring pictures that mean nothing.
art that bears no life.
this is exactly why i created today - because five months before Artificial Intelligence became mainstream, i saw the problem...
...and this is how i see the world
not a single painting in this gallery was created by an artist;
they have all been merely prompted.
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true artists put their life into their work. life is what gives art its true value. even if you task someone to create, the real value of work is lost in translation.
the art of the possible only adheres to the mind it’s own eyes.
you, as a person, have limited time in this world. it is all up to your capability and will to achieve something, regardless of time constraint, when you place an inherent value on ambition.
as Victor Frankl would put it: finding meaning to our suffering. sometimes, this achievement is never realized, which derives from the mystery of art that we may never uncover.
as is achieved the art of the possible, today is nothing in its relative vision for tomorrow.
what are these people ignoring
that stands directly in the midst of it all?