AI ART and Meaning What role does an artist play when employing AI? Artist statement by JJFBbennett If we accept that AI can generate vast quantities of statistically “meaningful” content from data and algorithms, then meaningful art may lie not in the output itself, but in its selection and framing. AI functions as a kind of unconscious, producing raw material at scale. The artist’s role shifts from maker to curator: deciding what to extract from the data’s noise, what to present as art, the context in which it appears, and the conversation it enters. The artist as the muddler and meddler in the centre of it all. This shift has an art-historical precedent. In 1917, Marcel Duchamp’s *Fountain* made a decisive claim: the artist had not sculpted the urinal but selected it, titled it, and placed it in a gallery. Meaning arose from the gesture of choice rather than the act of making. Walter Benjamin, too, anticipated this logic in his reflections on montage and editing: meaning can e...
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Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within
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We march forward.
We march forward.
Each step stirs dust into the air—still, unmoving, heavy air.
Our silhouettes stretch long, etched across twilight mountains.
The sun—neither fully risen nor set—pauses, and hovers.
A witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and distant.
Between peaks, between valleys, we walk.
We move together, but alone. Each of us.
Each step is ours, yet shared.
No words, no destination. No destination is spoken aloud.
We are suspended. Suspended in transit,
where time unravels, where place dissolves, where movement lingers, without end.
This space—this space between past and future—
This is the place. This is the sacred space.
Each step is an act of faith. Each step is a leap into the unknown.
The mountain pulls at us—its shadow reaching, grasping, holding.
But light pulls, too. Light on the horizon, a promise. A call we cannot ignore.
The burden we carry is more than we thought.
It is more than weight. It is more than distance.
Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope—hope of arrival.
Courage leads us forward. Our courage.
A beacon in the twilight. We move forward. We must move forward.
Step by step. Together. But alone.
We climb the ridges of possibility.
We descend into valleys of doubt.
And each step—each step—is a silent mantra:
Keep moving. Keep moving. This, too, is part of becoming.
The journey is not through mountains alone.
It is not across valleys alone.
The journey is within. The journey is through us—shifting, moulding,
changing, just as the terrain shifts and moulds beneath us.
At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.
We are becoming.
We walk in the in-between. Here, in the middle of it all.
And so we walk. And so we walk. Not toward a place,
but toward becoming.
Each step whispers, “Here we are. Here we are. In the middle.
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