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Meme- They/She- 21- autistic adhd depression anxiety- polyamorus dyke. My main @folkpunkjester. My special interests are art and autism. My punk fashion, patches and folkpunk band @dognonsense. My art @novodust
my issue with the argument that “disliking ai art is inherently reactionary” is that it acts like pro-ai art people are somehow less reactionary on their views on art, when like the majority of defense’s of ai art as like a higher form art are indistinguishable from the arguments people use to defend the art of like. hitler
like the logic is that hitler was actually a great artist, entirely hinges on the belief that “objectively good art” is just art that looks detailed if you’ve never drawn before, which like why ai artists who want to prove their actual artists will just make a pretty looking building or lady, cause it’s all about aesthetics i guess
like i’m not saying your a nazi if you like ai art, i just think it’s silly when people act like anti-ai artist’s are just hysterical luddites, and that ai artists are the ONLY people who actually care about art, when 99 percent of ai artists on twitter only care about art that’s “beautiful” on an extremely superficial level.
Jacob Geller dissected the intersection of Fascism and modern art in 2020, sadly before the AI art boom, and goes into better detail than I can about how abstraction is a threat to fascist ideals. I also want to draw attention to possibly my favorite commentary on modernism.
Comic by Ad Reinhardt, an abstract painter, who’s made multiple comics about art and perception.
AI slop only bring repetition and lack of original idea to the table. it’s an advanced form of stolen art collage. It seeks only to trace and multiply without provoking. It’s the anthesis of art.
The way I explained it to my young cousin was like this:
Back before cameras, paintings were just recording reality, and that’s why painters tried to be as realistic as they could, and only paint things that could exist in the world around them–objects, and people, and animals. Sometimes they did paint things from their imagination, but only to illustrate stories, like stories from their religion.
Then, cameras came along, and painters were free to paint things cameras couldn’t see–things like the artist’s feelings, or ideas, or thoughts, or lots of things. Some artists tried to see if they could paint from every angle at once, and we call that Cubism. Some artists tried to paint very quickly, as quickly as they could, so they could capture one single moment of the daylight, or their impression of a moment, with all the feelings light gives, and that’s why we call them Impressionists. Some artists were more interested in the process of painting, like Mr Rothko; or in finding the most intense versions of a colour, like Mr Klein. Some were more interested in the spaces between things, like Mr Mondrian. But art, after cameras, could suddenly SAY something, say something by itself! And art, as it turns out, has a lot to say!
“I can do that too! I can do that!” You can, little friend! We all can!
My little cousin didn’t get mad looking at modern art; she was excited, and asked her parents if she could have fancy grown-up paints, because she didn’t know Art could be something she could do, could be something about expressing her feelings and ideas. This is a child who can’t yet write very well, and not nearly as fast or as well as she speaks, so you have to understand something clicked for her, that she could express the complex human things inside herself with colour and shapes and images, instead of struggling to learn how to spell “melancholy” or “excited” or conjugate verbs to a degree that could encompass it.
Because words take TIME to master as an art form–I should know, I’ve been practising using them to express MY ideas and feelings artistically for 36-and-a-half years! Paint, however, doesn’t require such mastery in order to begin expressing the artist; certainly it helps to know skills, but it isn’t as required as it is with words. You can just scream and yell with paint, you can experiment more purely with images than with sounds, which after all are regimented into languages before we can begin to use them at all, let alone for the art words make.
And honestly, why are whole-ass adults not understanding that “I could make that!” should be exciting, should inspire you to go and make that! Why are you so mad? “I could make that!” Yes you can! And you get to! And you’re an adult, you don’t have to ask your parents to buy you paint and canvas and brushes, you can go and do that yourself and be expressing your own feelings this very afternoon! Nothing is stopping you! You don’t NEED that plagiarism machine, you can do better art yourself! And nobody else in the whole world, now or in the past or in the future, is EVER going to be able to make the art YOU can make, the art YOU have inside you! So go make it!
one of the guys in the kitchen at work got called irritating and replied “I am not irritating. You just find me irritating. There are many people who love me.” I think we should all adopt his attitude
Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.
It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.
To celebrate/comemorate the date, I’m sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I’ve written about this before. I’m not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.
This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.
the thing that always gets me ESPECIALLY about autistic representation in media is that we are universally portrayed as happy-go-lucky, whimsical children, completely oblivious to the fact that the world constantly judges and scorns and HATES us.
We notice. I noticed. The reason I am as messed up as I am today is because i spent 20 LONG years in an environment where every day i was subjected to that. To noticing.
what an absolutely neurotypical view of us. Coddling themselves, getting to act like the way they treat us is fine because we don’t understand that our peers dont respect us. Why would we? We’re so subhuman to them, it’s like asking if your cat notices you playfully insulting it.
Every autistic person I’ve ever met is on some level bitter and angry and TRAUMATIZED at their upbringing. Of having to go through school as the laughing stock, as the weirdo with no friends who no one wants to talk to, as the animal in the corner you can make do cheap tricks so they can experience some Simulacra of what genuine human connection is.
its just embarrassing when you make a fandom related post and it doesnt get any notes like okay. so no one want to play tuoys with me. no one wants to play with our little guys together. okay thats fine. yeah its cool… puts my hands in my jacket pockets. kicks a beer can that was on the side of the road a little
happy autism awareness day to all the girls who had “ friends” growing up who were actually bullying them . to the girls who always sat alone in the grass and wondered why nobody wanted to talk . to the girls who spoke to animals like they were listening . to the girls who created a little world in their room . to the girls who always felt ashamed for how deeply they love things and how passionately they enjoyed media . to the girls who covered their ears when they were overwhelmed by everything . to the girls who carrying a special thing around to feel safe . to the girls who never understood what they did wrong to feel so lonely . to the girls who were diagnosed later in life because they weren’t little boys who liked trains. you are so special and beautiful and you’re not worse for it, you love deeply and that is so wonderful please never try to push that down . I LOVE YOU !!!!!
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