What is art, in a 21st century world, where humans and human artists are marginalised? Artificial intelligences are being used to replace a human actor, whether or not the art seems good. Many consumers seem unwilling or unable to discriminate in poetry, prose or digital art. Is it art if there is no artist? If it isn't a human-created artifact, is it art at all?
What kind of a distopia will we live in when an algorithm can make poems, essays, novels, digital art - and we don't even realise that the machine owns our reality? I realised some time ago, that I am some kind of an artist.
I write poetry, novels and essays all the time. I have made amazing photographs and sculptures. I don't enjoy organising people or events; I need to make art. I don't like it that people are making devices to replace me and what I do, what I must do. It feels like a personal attack on the humanity that is in me.