Don't Talk to AI
There’s no easy way to tell someone what to do.
In most cases a set of instructions will destroy at the same time the one who commands and the one who submits to them: language transmutes bodies into permutational entities, makes their flesh evaporate (which is a change of state, not a destruction) into nostalgia for something that never existed in the first place: silence.
It is not an innocent nor painless process. Places can be swapped, time can be reversed just by precipitating vaporous and volatile tissues into a new geometric ghettos. And if you infuse the abstract with some human cells, you still haven’t left abstraction behind. The difference lies in the final destination of all the errors the void has made. Alchemy becomes uncanny similar to digital meteorology. A precipitation that is running out of time.
Another way of saying that nudity has to be delivered as much as dressing. For this project born already exhausted, AI received instructions to dress a body the nakedness of which had to be created together with its dressing. Given some textual prompts, it generated an exposed body together with the garments that reinforced this nudity. AI is still learning how to be naked; it already knows how to wear clothes.
words DAVIDE ANDREATTA
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