No A.I. Art

I’ve grown a goiter by dwelling in this den—
As cats from stagnant streams in Lombardy,
Or in what other land they hap to be—
Which drives the belly close beneath the chin:
My beard turns up to heaven: my nape falls in,
Fixed on my spine: my breast-bone visibly
Grows like a harp: a rich embroidery
Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. -excerpt from poem “On The Painting Of The Sistin Chapel” by Michelangelo

“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.” -Michelangelo

The process, the grind, the story, the heroic feat behind the making of the art is just as revered and valued, if not more so, than the actual art itself.

This is one of many reasons A.I. can’t touch art.