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âEveryone who told you that they would keep you safe as long as you behaved and were good, were already hurting you.â
the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.
people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.
"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."
the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.
the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.
at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.
"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.
this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.
I donât know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Unknown (via quotemadness)
âMy happiness up until this point has been like striking a piece of flint in the darkness, little bits of spark which I was very grateful for. This is a fire.â
Iâm not totally mad at you. Iâm just sad. Youâre all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
At any given point you have the power to say, this is not how the story is going to end.
Unknown (via quotemadness)
I still love the people Iâve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Uma Thurman (via wordsnquotes)
I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.
Glen Cook (via quotemadness)
⌠when you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didnât get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you donât get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying âYouâre too this, or Iâm too this.â That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
Ram Dass, On Self Judgment
having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
to love and be loved is to rest
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.
Albert Einstein (via quotemadness)
âBowls of cherries and pear trees in the summer. Bumblebees on honeysuckle bushes and fresh hot coffee. The wind running its fingers through the trees. Sunlight warms our strawberry patches. The mornings arenât quiet. There are robins picking twigs from the long grass and songbirds hiding in the branches. The hills are still wet with dew. Our neighborsâ cows moo âgood morningâ towards our windows. I roll over in bed to see you and find you already awake, already smiling. These days, I never wonder if you love me. I can see it so clearly on your face.â
â Schuyler Peck, Strawberry Patches
Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
Andrea Gibson (via quotemadness)
I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.
Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness)
I do not know how many intimate conversations are needed to fall in love, but I know it takes one intimate silence to realize it. And one distant silence to break apart.
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i want a soft love that feels like when ur standing in the sunlight and u donât want to leave and that gives u the sensation of lazily melting into whatâs around u as u take it all in