“I have no answers for anything these days. I’m trying to write down details. Remembering. Looking. I’m trying to keep my bearings in the forest of the world as it is now. I’m noting rhythms, I’m trying to catch the wave in my mind, I’m checking my sources.”
– Transactions with beauty
I relate so much to this. Feels like all I can do is to keep writing down the details. Remembering. Being utterly human.
Quoting a quote in the same post:
“When you look at a vase of flowers painted by Picasso, or Van Gogh, or Manet, you are not seeing the flowers; you are not even interested in the flowers. You are interested in Picasso, Van Gogh, or Manet, whose personalities, no matter what the subject, come through clearly. If a flower painting is to last, the flowers must be incidental. You must feel — as in Rachel Ruysch’s paintings — the hand, the soul, that painted them.”
What do we see, read, or feel, when we encounter AI-generated content? There is no soul.
Don’t give up your soul.