Life is a mystery. And I don’t need an AI Guru, who gobbled up all the world,s irrelevant data to tell me how to live.
AI, the epitome of the Information Age, keeping us glued to our chairs watching a lifeless screen, is the invention of money and power-hungry people to enslave our intuition, wisdom and souls to do their bidding, curtailing our freedom of living and choices. Have a question, ask AI. Need an art inspiration, let AI do it for you.

We don’t need to seek the meaning of life, as AI will tell you what it is. Who needs God if you have a Smart Phone.
Mystery is no longer a legitimate pursuit for artists, as they compete with machines and robots.

The Industrial Age, also not a friendly place for artists, has morphed into the Information Age officially with the advent of AI.

A Famous Rabbi once said that the soul is like electricity and death is like being unplugged from the body, it never dies just like electricity doesn’t when you unplug a fridge.
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As artists, we need to remain in our bodies and be in touch with that electricity at the same time.

Despite the fact that mystics will tell you we all have a unified field beneath the cloak of our material bodies, we are not all at the same level of awareness or in the same morality grid. I doubt very much Trump's field will ever meld with Dalai Lamas'..
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Thus the billionaires are on one end of the spectrum and the poor on the other and good and evil exists depending on your particular level of consciousness and distance of separation.
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Andrew Harvey, contemporary mystic says that we are experiencing the dark night of the soul and that will change. We are on the cusp of a new evolutionary cycle. Just wondering if some of us will be left by the way side, like Trump and Putin.

The problem is that everyone discovered that creativity is a good thing that makes one happier. And everyone can be creative. But that does not mean everyone should be a professional artist. As soon as one took some courses or spilled something on canvas they wanted to be famous and sell that thing.

Abstract art facilitated the death of professionalism in art. Kandinsky created something new he had something to say in a new way, but after Rothko any monkey and elephant and dog could then paint.

Anyone in any field could be creative and a few art courses might facilitate a doctor or lawyer or teacher being more creative in their field. That is what creativity is about, not competing with artists who studied their craft for years and dedicated their time and poverty to it...because that is their real vocation and they had something to express that way.
I am sick of all the pollyannas that tell me anyone can be painter, you don't need talent or a calling. Just enough money not to have a real job and enough contacts to invite to an exhibition you foot the bill for.
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We don't have an Art World but an Art Mafia!

It's interesting how people react to art. There are the ones who follow the art world and know that an art piece besides grabbing your attention usually has something to say. Others less knowledgable just think art is a decoration and should be pretty. They may also be in awe of technique, usually when painting looks like a photograph.
I am happy when my art moves people even if it is to be disgusted, because then I know that the viewer has discovered something about themselves.

 The purpose of AI is not to help you make your workload better and faster but to stop you from thinking and challenging your brain. When we all start using AI there will be no need for critical thinking or creative thought. Techno-Billionaires will be telling us what to do every step of the way. Regular humans will no longer be free.

Visual artists will stop existing giving birth to techies that can talk to an app about what they wan to see and it will appear on the screen. Some artists say that the creativity lies in editing algorithms. Sorry but visuals were always related to intuition in my humble estimation and not language or words.

So the art that is being produced using AI is soulless, pretty, and  meaningless fluff sans emotions.

​Not worried about AI? You should be!

I never say hello or anything to anyone trying to phone me because it is very easy to put an app on your phone cloning my voice with just one word. Also you can get another app that clones your face from any picture on social media. Together AI can make videos of you so accurate you could FaceTime with your grandmother! If that is not enough they are cloning human brain cells into these computers and one day these robots will wipe us out because they won't need us anymore...just the way construction workers wipe out ants in their digging, with no malice.

​Most professions will become defunct!

The fastest dumbing down of our society is happening on instagram reels, podcasts and workshops. People have learned a bit about electromagnetic energy and all they want us to do is to start controlling our mind so only positive thoughts supposedly related to positive energy are created by us. Ridiculous assumption overlooking years of academics like Jung, Freud and Wise men that showed us how being unaware of what we truly feel and acknowledging it, leads to suffering and mental illness ultimately.

Not to mention ignoring Zen masters that teach about being with what is and leaving things alone, in other words STOP trying to live EGO first. Ego control leads to unhappiness only.

Today I actually heard an artist say while throwing buckets of paint on the canvas, "If you are not happy, there is no point in having a long life, better to have a short happy one." Tell that to the suffering, homeless and sick you uncompassionate moron I say!

No wonder we are embracing AI and robots, they are always feeling nothing! We idolize that in our mechanistic society, encouraged by billionaires who only want us to be their slaves!
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It is also no wonder there is no respect for artists if all they are concerned about is getting their own jollies.

How do we pass the time between the first cup of coffee in the morning and the last glass of wine at night? 
We go about our daily life trying to suck out the most juicy morsels of happiness we can with a bit of thought that we need to stay fit and healthy for as long as we can. 
Occasionally a spark of purity of thought occurs, squelched quickly by insistent emails and instagram and facebook friends sharing their last meal.
No time to purify anything because we are on overdrive to not miss the possibility of another moment of happiness. 
And who dictates  what it is to be? 
Our advertisers forever on guard to catch the unsuspecting mind into acquiring yet more and better stuff; keep them longing for far away lands, for more love (really only sex) for who has time for love in our mad rush to be happy. 
We glance at our iPhone every few minutes for a sign that we are on the right track and will soon be rewarded.
What track?
Fast track to no man’s land, the land of machine bothood, programmed by the needy rich with gaping holes for mouths.
And we allow ourselves to believe the next dress, car, barbecue or trip will matter, will make our existence meaningful.
And we walk by the homeless, shot children, the hungry while some gorge.
All the while hoping that machines will set us free, immune to impinging artificial waves on our brains. Willing to trade our dying souls for material comfort.
For who has time for soul searching? Not even the lifestyle gurus that confuse aerobics with real meditation, the kind that purifies your mind and soul. They feel high and think that is soul.
But alas soul requires heart, tears and gnashing of teeth when confronted with present day reality, a delving into the deep gut wrenching abyss of mortification and not a quest for perfection.