the project
i've always had a strange feeling. a deep feeling of not valuing anything i do in a special way since i don't know exactly where all these ideas come from. i feel like i don't decide what i do, or why. this feeling has been growing as i began to read more writings on neurobiology. is there free will? can i somehow escape the limits that have been created in me by my genetic load, the social and economic environment where i have grown up, or the elements that i meet in the path of my life in a random way? when i started working on the "we love plastic" project, based on ai-generated images, i was suddenly faced with an uncomfortable reality. to what extent aren't we machines with a false sensation of consciousness? will a machine like the ones that now imitate us in a still clumsy way, be able to replace us in the future?
the boundaries of what is a "creation" are fading away. anyone can be an artist, and as long as we don't break the "moral" rules of what the company providing the remote processing services thinks is right, everything will be fine. my first thought when starting to deal with these tools was "is this really art?". after a while i have discovered that the question is insignificant, since whether it is or not, what happens when we can't tell it apart?
