("Exploded View", 2011, original oil and acrylic)
As the rise and shine of AI becomes ubiquitous It’s ever harder to discern. What’s easier to discern Is what it’s not and what it lacks. Of course it has no soul and never will Which makes it primed to Mechanical sociopathy. But what it lacks besides a soul Is the ability to judge in an instant Discerning what it likes or doesn’t, What is true or not. It lacks humor too, which is part of judgement, And along with that original thought The true genius level ability to create. AI after all, is designed to serve, To answer and to please, While genius requires the willingness To disturb. Will AI morph into something unforeseen? Quite likely but never into a soul With intuitive discernment and a taste for the absurd. (9/6/26)
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