Back in May I was exploring ideas through AI-generated images, pushing them toward looking like paintings. Mixing in some Photoshop work and physical scanning to see what happens when you layer digital inventions with real texture from real artworks.
The question I keep circling, and ultimately find no answer for is whether AI is its own style, or just a mockery of styles that already exist. Are we going to use this tool to replicate paintings and drawings, 3D art, portrait photography, all things we can comfortably create without AI, or should we be expecting something entirely new to emerge from this medium?
For me the process is just as important as the result. If I’m making decisions, curating, adding lived experiences to the work and ultimately dictating the feel and presence of the piece, does it matter if the final output is made through AI?
Five AI-generated works that were originally meant to be the first step in a bigger project looking at image direction/creative direction through AI. Instead, they now sit as a stand-alone series in my archives. Somewhere between personal and mundane, questioning how the spiritual blends with the physical not only in the obvious moments of intensity but also in the quiet spaces when not much is happening.
The question I keep circling, and ultimately find no answer for is whether AI is its own style, or just a mockery of styles that already exist. Are we going to use this tool to replicate paintings and drawings, 3D art, portrait photography, all things we can comfortably create without AI, or should we be expecting something entirely new to emerge from this medium?
For me the process is just as important as the result. If I’m making decisions, curating, adding lived experiences to the work and ultimately dictating the feel and presence of the piece, does it matter if the final output is made through AI?
Five AI-generated works that were originally meant to be the first step in a bigger project looking at image direction/creative direction through AI. Instead, they now sit as a stand-alone series in my archives. Somewhere between personal and mundane, questioning how the spiritual blends with the physical not only in the obvious moments of intensity but also in the quiet spaces when not much is happening.