I mean, there's the concrete and formulaic aesthetic aspect of art, and then there's the expression part, the part that gives it life. I think we deserve this. We've been commercializing art ever since we could televise talent, and since then we've been chasing the the ultimate formula for what attracts our sense of appeal. It started with the golden ratio, ended with the revelation that anime characters look like cats. People forgot about the other half of the definition, which was expression. Have you ever heard someone sing, and has it touched your soul? We can dissect what made it resonate with you, the way the voice cracks, the timbre, how the vocal folds constricted and relaxed, and try to replicate it all scientifically. But I don't think we can. It's just too magical. It must be connected to the turbulence and the uncertainties of the quantum fields. You can't rely on your prefrontal cortext for expression, man. You gotta turn that off and go on your instincts, just feel what's right and channel it out, like grabbing ahold of some kind of magic from a higher being and doing what it tells you to do, without thinking. Let the puppet strings take over. Do you use your pencil to "sing" out your drawings? Can you draw without thinking? Does every line need to be planned, and scrutinized? And I don't mean that the strokes should be random, I mean that you should let the higher being take over, and you shouldn't fight over where the strokes should go. The higher being knows better. And the higher being is not god, it's you, it's you without your prefrontal cortex. You can turn that off. It's what freestyle rappers and tennis players do, and it's what you do when you mow the lawn every week for the 900th time. Have you guys watched old cartoons and old western animations? They were made by people who had to talk to humans every single day, whose minds weren't corrupted by this formulaic, meta bullshit that seems to suffocate the sincerity out of most modern interactions. I could feel the sincerity in their fucking psychiatric medical textbooks. The way they explained mental illnesses back then were much more intuitive, much more connected in relation to our humanness. What the hell happened to just drawing? Just looking at life, and not replicating life, not studying life, not forcefeeding life into ourselves, but simply partaking in it, and letting it flow out onto the paper? When did fundamentals becoming a crutch to walk on, and not a point of reference in the back of your mind? We used to draw what felt right, and then used fundamentals like anatomy to supplement our work. Art has turned into a soulless pursuit of aesthetics, and when they fed our formula to a machine and it replicated it, and then we got mad. That's on us. We can only beat the machine by regaining our sense of expression. Go ahead and just draw pretty pictures if you want, but for humanity's sake, have some goddamn fun with it... god. We're more than wires in a box, aren't we?