"God Anubis" by Emile Corsi, 1877
NOTHING BY "EMILE CORSI" IS REAL.
"Emile Corsi" is what I'm going to generously call a social experiment conceived by Adrian Chan.
When I first saw this picture on my dash, I thought, "wow, that's beautiful".
Then I saw the line of brick continuing through the figure and thought, "what was this painted on? Why is that there?"
And when I saw "1877", I knew with 99% certainty that it was a fake. The style in which this was executed simply does not reflect those demonstrated in the late 1800's nearly so much as modern aesthetics.
Emile Corsi is at best an experiment and at worst a tool designed to further undermine the survival of real, actual artists who struggle against the plagiarism factory that is AI generated art and corporate greed.
The difference between real and fake does matter in this context, outside of quality, because in the reality in which we live, "Real" means human beings with love and passion and a message for the world get to continue a millenia-old profession that has grown ingrained into the human race, and "Fake" means a program designed to parisitize real people's work replaces us, to the point that we can no longer survive.
Why does a business, that wants nothing more than my money, get to profit, without so much as a thank-you, from the stolen efforts of my family?
Why does a program, a lifeless string of code, get to burn the act of creation while my family, who exist and feel and breathe, are denied that joy?
What is left for us? We humans? We feeling, living people? Mechanical labour? Mechanical lives?
AI art in any other reality would be a fascinating tool. AI art in the world I live in is a disease.
A disease you seek to cultivate.
Piss off.
