Art Spark

2024.09.12

Good morning, that wonderful place.

To join the human race.

Rhyming first thing in the morning without warning can be fun.

It's hard to start that part, though, without starting Dr. Suess on the loose.

And as I already have another piece to emulate him, [The Shoes You Choose] I'll leave this here and go back to my whim.

Good morning again still pretty wonderful, in good measure now, too.

Thinking on metrical verse yesterday, perhaps I'll post one or two today....

The AI pictures fall into place easier. The prompts become more diverse and comfortable. It's a matter of understanding how to get the desired result from the server, how the AI matches this with that in its own artificially kind of way.

A creative tool, for sure.

I won't use it for any text. I don't plan on it down the road either. The text makes each picture. It's disingenuous.

Unless it's a matter of having the machine make a few metaphors and then rearranging them to make something new, it's dead art and therefore not art.

Art has to say something new or it's not art. It's a lesson in craft.

Nothing wrong with a lesson in craft. But it's dead inside. There's no spark in it. No immediate infection of a new insight. Your life isn't enriched or reassured.

Again, nothing wrong with pure craft, just there's no spark in it only a comfort of craft.

Craft is necessary as a place for the spark of creation. So, it is mandatory.

It's a GPS to get to the destination of the created work. Not the sights or experience of the trip, though.

A rest area stop at a monument someone else built. New eyes seeing the same thing, not making a new monument.

Which is what a piece of art is. An affirmation of a life experience in a new way to share with travelers along the road of life. A new way to view the moments of the trip, to write the story of your life.

AI is a feast of human moments; every relayed answer is a tribute to human ingenuity. Not a new statue, a relic timepiece that shows us who we are, where we come from, the stories already available to describe our lives.

An old light that is the material to make a new light to shine some light on the experience we call life.