Real Human Women: Night of Peril 2
Acrylic, watercolor, and mixed media on Arches 300# watercolor paper. Alder frame. 22 x 29”
Are you worried about AI? I am. It’s a crazy, magical, wonderful tool, but it’s also a dangerous threat, not just to our culture or jobs, but to our very ability to think. New studies are coming out exposing how turning to AI to help us plan, brainstorm, write, or whatever--actually harms human cognitive abilities.
AI can also allow us to outsource intimacy. We can use it as a friend to chat with, a coach, a therapist, or even, alarmingly, as a romantic partner. Although partner isn’t the right word. An AI boy/girlfriend can’t give you a hug, help do the dishes, or live your life with you. It can only seem close through constant, warm affirmations.
Much like the women in this work--who are really aliens appearing as human women because that is what the man wants to find--AI chat bots are genies and mirrors, only showing you exactly what you want to see. What you manipulate them into showing you. And an AI girlfriend will never have expectations, gain weight, or have bad breath in the morning.
This outsourcing of our art, culture, jobs, relationships, and thinking could be catastrophic. It’s like a deceptively beautiful bludgeon, hitting us over the head and making us, and everything else, stupider. Cheaper. Sloppy bullshit.
But the more you consume AI processed thinking, the less you’ll even realize you’re missing anything. So maybe the poison is the cure.
Or maybe, it’s not that deep. As the little bird says, “Don’t fret your pretty head.”