Artificial intelligence

Saw a message on Instagram from a very famous celebrity actor, claiming that every creation made with “artificial intelligence” (AI) cannot be seen as Art, simply because it’s not made by a human hand.


And I read that and thought:

Really? So if AI helps me shape my ideas, is that suddenly not art anymore?


Because AI doesn’t invent me.

AI reflects me.

AI technology creates from the thoughts I give it.

And isn’t Art, at its core, a person expressing themselves?

So… creating with AI Art or not?

I’m a little bit confused, honestly.

Maybe people worry that in the future, filmmakers will create entire movies without paying millions for actors or models, no more dramatic coffee-break demands, no more “I only appear on my left side” contracts, just pure digital characters with perfect lighting and zero scandals.

Could that make some people nervous? Probably.


But me?

I see potential.

I see a new playground for imagination.

Because I can express myself wonderfully using ChatGPT, Nano Banana, or any other AI technology, whether I’m editing my pictures…

Or should I say, editing my thoughts?

And that’s the interesting part:

The more tools we get, the more human our creations can become.

Maybe Art is not only about how or who painting with the brush,

but who dares to dream behind it.

If that’s not art, then maybe we need a new word, because whatever I’m creating with AI

feels a lot like expression,

a lot like freedom,

and a lot like life. 

Funny thing is, that rich celebrity worries about the influence of AI on art, but says nothing about how wrong it is when people create and spread fake news with AI. 

That’s the real thing to worries about!

#artificialintelligence #art #thehague

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