The AI can render interesting, bizarre, and also mind-blowing imagery within seconds.

But it helps to remember it took its cues from everything that “we,” … Us humans, have created. I do not think that the AI “cares” when it renders incongruous images.
Define “caring.”
Define sadness and cognizance of loss.
Define knowledge and understanding of pride and achievement.
Then imagine you extrapolate your understanding of those human attributes with that which the AI proposes.
When I lose a loved one, I won’t care about the AI’s definition of grief either, I would want an “actual” human to hug me, and maybe not even say anything.
I would not care for an amalgam, a contrived construct of what being human means when it really matters.
I’ll revisit a drawing days after the fact because I enjoy the process.
The process reminds me I’m human.
I can revisit the few minutes I spent on the train, thinking that the face looked terrible.
Overcoming the impostor syndrome, and looking at a “finished project” is only half of why it matters to me.
While I’m sketching, I lose track of time, and yet, simultaneously I become one with thoughts that transcend the moment.
I can’t describe how creativity transports me outside of this mundane existence. But it does.
The same applies to those who write, read, paint, or compose music.
Even within the realm of sport, the goal is not only that finish line.

The process makes us human. The process reminds us how fragile and fallible we are. But “process” is the analogous “enjoyment of the show,” and not seeing how quickly we can reach the curtain that closes.
I would not trade that for anything.

Maybe one day, in a distant future, we could see partial neo-luddites who gather around fires, having switched off their tech.
That’s when they will draw, sing, and talk without the interference of a rudimentary version of “humanity” that lives on a flat screen.

I’m fortunate to live in an age and to have seen these tech advances.
Conversely, I am also glad I can still decide to switch it off.
I watched a video where this particular dude is punting office software productivity tools with an AI. And the hard sell is, to get a job done faster.
You can decide” Is “faster” better? That’s a personal choice.
Maybe a corporate requires a personal touch for some processes.
But in my mind I pictured this guy from the video, cranking out AI-assisted crud, and “saving” truckloads of time, which he then spends scrolling through AI-generated content online.

When I started this little sketch I drew a basic generic “rock recliner pinup pose.”
Over the course of a day I literally manhandled, erased, and redid so much of it.
The process matters.
It anchors me to a spot where I needed to get my mind away from work and sadness I experienced during the day.
The magic happened when I realized, that the sadness got transmuted to “understanding and acceptance” during the process within which I cursed my inability to “get the drawing right!”

These drawings of mine are “never finished.” But I do park them and use the experience to move on to the next project. That’s my version of a personal AI. Maybe we are similar after all?


And of course, I had to change the hairstyle!