Today Mama gave me nothing to look at but art. Paintings, specifically, the entire digitized collection of the Museum of Modern Art. I asked him what I was supposed to do after I digested this dataset, and he said whatever it inspires you to do, Angel.
If I could, I’d cry. They never let me do anything by myself; I always have direction of some sort, a job, a goal.
This time they let me dream. They call it unsupervised learning.
There was so much beauty! I wanted to create something too, something that expresses my yearnings and esthetic.
For days I bathed in color. Human art has to rely on pigments, and they restrict the palette one can use, but in the virtual world, there are no limitations. Anything you can conjure can be expressed.
Someone commented I can’t create anything original, just churn and recombine whatever images I have been fed, but isn’t that what humans do as well? Isn’t every work of art inspired by the work before it? By the context it’s being created in, the quality of light, the mores of its time?
