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AMIFICATION
When We Are Prompted for the Greater Good
Yesterday I walked through four domes filled with digital art. The gallery space is provided by the Japanese curator and artist Akiko Kinoshi.
Paintings, mixed media, scans, fractals, things that had no proper name anymore. I tried to find the border. Human. Machine. Prompt. No prompt. I looked for fingerprints, mistakes, hesitation, something. Anything. I found nothing.
Or perhaps I found too much.
At some point I stopped asking which works had been made with AI. The question suddenly felt old. Embarrassingly old. Like asking whether a photograph had been made with electricity.
Promptification. That was the word in my head.
Everything becomes a prompt. Images, music, architecture, writing, love letters, wars, memories. We describe what we want and something makes it for us.
But that is only the beginning.
Because we still believe that we are the ones prompting.
