AI is my Artistic Intelligence

I’m no artist in the classic sense. No talent and two left hands.

And yet there’s something in me, and AI opens a new door for it and rolls out a red carpet. And I don’t mean that I can now finally turn a photo into a Picasso-ish portrait with one click and claim that act of creation as my own.

I’m talking about the artist who was in me. Long before AI. He’s there. No great artist, and on his own he’d be a hopelessly starving artist too. But I won’t let him be taken from me entirely. And with AI he breaks through and breaks loose. AI cranks up the Gaudí of my inner Schweine-Hundertwasser. Not that I’d gone looking for it or asked for it. But it happened. My art is the word, and within it the humor more than anything. There I feel a creative urge, I try things out, test and refine. As I said — I don’t take myself for some great artiste or expert in clownery — but I can claim that I’ve made people burst out laughing, or wet themselves a little, more than once. Yes, the stage has to be right and so does the audience, but how often has someone, laughing too hard, sprayed a gush of warm beer into your face — and you savored it as applause for your art?

Editor’s note: Humor is recognized as an art form and therefore enjoys freedom of art!

And now I have new ways to try my humor out. Some jokes just don’t work as a story or a performance. But as an image or a video they do. And it doesn’t matter whether I’m funny, or whether my humor is any good or to anyone’s taste. The point is that AI gives me — me as a human — a new way to express my art and to try myself out. And so I now sit for hours on end, tinkering with an image. Wrestling with the prompts. Fighting with the words, so the AI turns the picture in my head into one on the screen. I give up and scrap it all, let the mistakes inspire me anew, and try again. Because AI gives me this new kind of brush and a canvas that needs no left hands, just the prompt.

Let others rack their brains over the question “Can AI create creative art?”

The question that presents itself to me is simply #KKKKKKK.KK,K!KI?

KI kann keinesfalls kreative künstlerische Klassiker kreieren. Kannste knicken, Kollege! Kann ich’s?

(AI absolutely cannot conjure creative, classic canvases. Can it? Knock it off, comrade! — Can I?)

I came within a hair of telling the story about the condom through the nose in this post. That one just barely went okay.