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The Art Worlds Last Stand?

 I was pissed off that the wait for a lumbering freight at a highway 7 level crossing, west of Saskatoon, was over 15 minutes, but I was entertained by the slide show that rolled past.  I would have taken photos of the show but I wasn't prepared to enjoy an on my phone ticket from the officer in the RCMP cruiser that was waiting in the lane to my right. This blog is a fun mess, but there is no possible way I can afford a ticket just to enhance the visuals.

 

Photos would have been nice. There are very talented people tagging the train cars.

You will see the most colourful, most graphically precise work on a car. That is the Journeyperson tagger.  And then maybe two or ten cars down, past varying levels of work and prose, you will see it in sprayed black scrawl.

"Fuck"

The apprentice speaks.

Well, we all had to start somewhere.


I give these people credit. It must take a considerable amount of hutzpah to hang out in rail yards, trying to find enough light to do your best work, every second eyeing and dodging the railway dicks, who would no doubt love to lay a beating on your evil 'vandal' ass.

But not a vandal. A hero. The last of a breed.


Everyday I see more AI crap on social media. The computer is taking over from the human creator, and it is not good or right. If human creation is replaced is there any reason for our species to survive?  If talent is ignored why bother striving to be anymore than a blob on the couch, being entertained by AI crap, until we wither and die?


But...

How does AI tag a rail car?  Or a wall? It doesn't. That is left to the creators. Those daring people giving you a free, rolling slide show, as the CP freight keeps you from your doctors appointment, or your lunch date,

Cheer the creators.

And hope that the apprentice moves beyond four letter words.

 



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