Today I continued to draw the outline on my canvas. It’s a little progress but some progress is better than nothing and I can’t get myself to do more than a small portion at a time of this task. It’s incredibly boring. This is probably going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever painted, which is a little daunting, but I’m up for a challenge.
An AI was asked to discuss in podcast format a document that just said “poopoo peepee” over and over and it sounds exactly like every art theory class I ever attended. Proof without doubt that it’s all bullshit. I knew it! I’ve always called it “art wank” because it’s just people talking out of their asses and an AI is capable of imitating it flawlessly. This is largely the reason I had so much trouble in art school, my bullshit radar was always pinging. It is resounding proof I wasn’t crazy when I felt the entire thing was a sham:
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.
Every New Years we bang pots and pans dating back to when the Swedes in my family came over to America. They did it back in Sweden going back god knows how long. Evidently it’s a practice common in Europe. My mom told me it was to scare away evil spirits.
The Art & Poetry of Mary Coleman 
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