Comedy Gold: AI Art Attempts To Draw A Spider
I asked AI to create an image of a spider for an recent post. Unfortunately, AI has never seen a spider.
AI Art Is Ridiculous
My daughter is a brilliant artist. The “art” in this post is not her work. I will be featuring her work regularly here (I hope), but she is in the middle of a huge pile of life sorts of things and isn’t ready to start drawing for my startup Substack.
In the meantime, I turned to newfangled AI generative art. All the relatives rave about it. It’s amazing! They keep telling me this.
I hate it. Well, yesterday I hated it. Each prompt I gave it took forty attempts before it produced something that looked remotely like what I asked for.
Today I told it to make an image of a large spider. Quickly I added “8-legged” to the descriptors after AI spat out spiders with anywhere from five to fifteen legs.
I am beginning to appreciate the humor in its incompetence. It’s like watching a truly terrible, train-wreck movie that you laugh at all the way through. Like Highlander.
Here are my favorites from the stash. For the closest-to-accurate version, check my previous post, a poem called Insomnia.
Why does this exist? (a stuffy artist statement)
I ask myself this every time I try to mess with AI imagery.
Something that stuck with me:
My 15-year old niece emailed me today to tell me she’d written 23 chapters of a book and to ask me if I would take a look at the beginning and give her some feedback.
Yes! Of course, yes. Can’t wait!
An Irish blessing (just because I like them):
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour
Before the devil knows you're dead.
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About Rachel
Working on a scifi book series about a girl who just wants to heal her father from his terminal illness but inadvertently sparks an intergalactic incident instead.
Also writing poetry, essays, short stories, and whatever else leaks from my pen.