I want to cry right now. Believe it or not, I am having to retype my comment after mistakenly refreshing the page and losing it all to dust.
Anyways, I'll try to write it again. Here goes:
The means sometimes justifies the end, and that is a very human essence. It is why human created art sometimes (or always?) conveys (dare I say) a higher value to people (at least those into art) than its AI generated counterpart.
When the painter shares the story about the time he had to self admit himself to an asylum because he suffered a mental breakdown and he rendered the view from his window on a canvas in a way that makes you feel like you were in the room with him, or at least, you looked up at the sky on the same night. It makes you feel infinitely more attached to the piece than you would, when compared to looking at pixels of a starry night generated from a modern black box of knowledge and noise.
All this to say, after reading your piece, I know better than to see your tattoo as just a poor imitation of a traumatic physics formula. Or some cryptic expression of being "deep". I appreciate the art. And more importantly, the process that birthed it.
This was beautiful to read. Definitely makes me think about the abstractions I've built in my own life to help me cope with what true reality is, and how even with that, there's always something elusive I'm chasing; a better life.
This reminds me of an excerpt from David Lipsky's book based on his road trip with David Foster Wallace:
"And that as the Internet grows, and as our ability to be linked up, like—I mean, you and I coulda done this through e-mail, and I never woulda had to meet you, and that woulda been easier for me. Right? Like, at a certain point, we’re gonna have to build some machinery, inside our guts, to help us deal with this. Because the technology is just gonna get better and better and better and better. And it’s gonna get easier and easier, and more and more convenient, and more and more pleasurable, to be alone with images on a screen, given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. Which is all right. In low doses, right? But if that’s the basic main staple of your diet, you’re gonna die. In a meaningful way, you’re going to die. (Passionate)"
I want to cry right now. Believe it or not, I am having to retype my comment after mistakenly refreshing the page and losing it all to dust.
Anyways, I'll try to write it again. Here goes:
The means sometimes justifies the end, and that is a very human essence. It is why human created art sometimes (or always?) conveys (dare I say) a higher value to people (at least those into art) than its AI generated counterpart.
When the painter shares the story about the time he had to self admit himself to an asylum because he suffered a mental breakdown and he rendered the view from his window on a canvas in a way that makes you feel like you were in the room with him, or at least, you looked up at the sky on the same night. It makes you feel infinitely more attached to the piece than you would, when compared to looking at pixels of a starry night generated from a modern black box of knowledge and noise.
All this to say, after reading your piece, I know better than to see your tattoo as just a poor imitation of a traumatic physics formula. Or some cryptic expression of being "deep". I appreciate the art. And more importantly, the process that birthed it.
i must confess: your comment, itself is art.
This was beautiful to read. Definitely makes me think about the abstractions I've built in my own life to help me cope with what true reality is, and how even with that, there's always something elusive I'm chasing; a better life.
Wonderfully written. Also, I got the Faze reference. 😌
hahahahaha
This reminds me of an excerpt from David Lipsky's book based on his road trip with David Foster Wallace:
"And that as the Internet grows, and as our ability to be linked up, like—I mean, you and I coulda done this through e-mail, and I never woulda had to meet you, and that woulda been easier for me. Right? Like, at a certain point, we’re gonna have to build some machinery, inside our guts, to help us deal with this. Because the technology is just gonna get better and better and better and better. And it’s gonna get easier and easier, and more and more convenient, and more and more pleasurable, to be alone with images on a screen, given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. Which is all right. In low doses, right? But if that’s the basic main staple of your diet, you’re gonna die. In a meaningful way, you’re going to die. (Passionate)"
I myself must wake up.