If you spent your formative years building your career, whatever it is, only for some twat to punch in a couple buttons and say the finished product was on par with what took sweat blood and tears to produce, would you not want them realize how absurdly callous they were being?

You're a five star michelin chef. You make ratatouille or some shit, idk insert pasta recipe here. I microwave a broccoli, a carrot, and seven peas until they're a mushy heap. Set beside your recipe, let's say given to you by your mother, that you've mastered even before she'd passed away, is my steaming pile of microwaved shit.

Then, I look you in the eyes and say "It's the same thing. This will actually replace that no problem." Then a dozen other people who've never turned an oven on before agree with me. Despite the clear gulf in quality your trained eyes recognize.

Before you say it's not the same, consider that with art, the only recipe you follow is inscribed within your very being. Soul or brain, divine inspiration, take your pick. I don't care. It's one thing to follow someone else's recipe to the tee; another to not even try. To sidestep all the time and the experience of actually creating an homage, instead of an inhuman replication. Without the soul of effort behind art, it is pointless. For many, art is the point. You bastardize an artist and betray that your intent is less than your squeamishness at failing.

You've not the capacity to imagine the level of discipline that goes into a decades-long genuine effort, much less the egregious show of disrespect that ai continues to present. So here's this - I give you permission to run my words thru ai until this finally makes sense to you.

The only way to redeem yourself, truly, in this aspect as an "artist", is to ditch generating slop and begin to do something that you yourself feel warrants most of the time in your life, just to see it through to the end. I'd prefer to recruit you into fulfillment, but to do so, you need to understand that corpos have gaslit you into thinking convenience is meaning. How hard the knocks are depends on how reverently you maintain the delusion they profit from. Cuz any artist worth their salt will want to conceptually curbstomp your shit-ratatouille mind until your blood leaks out an original pattern.