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This book, these images, were born from a symbiotic experimentation of a few weeks with an artificial intelligence device. From which it should not be concluded that they owe their luxuriance solely to the artificial imagination. Let those who believe so much in the virtues of machines take the trouble to try it out for a few hours or a few days, before coming to loudly proclaim some false conclusion. Without the talent of the artist, how could an innocent machine know how, at times, to revive in us some of our ancestral terrors? How could it speak in such a suave and convincing voice to the…mehr

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This book, these images, were born from a symbiotic experimentation of a few weeks with an artificial intelligence device. From which it should not be concluded that they owe their luxuriance solely to the artificial imagination. Let those who believe so much in the virtues of machines take the trouble to try it out for a few hours or a few days, before coming to loudly proclaim some false conclusion. Without the talent of the artist, how could an innocent machine know how, at times, to revive in us some of our ancestral terrors? How could it speak in such a suave and convincing voice to the very subtle twists and desires of our unconscious? As for the text, it came out of the same symbiotic intrigues, sometimes serving as food and a bait for the wanderings of the image generator, other times arising from the images themselves or according to the ordinary rules of automatic writing and yet other times from a combination of the three. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ce livre, ces images, sont nés d'une expérimentation symbiotique de quelques semaines avec un dispositif d'intelligence artificielle. De quoi il ne faut pas conclure qu'elles ne doivent leur luxuriance qu'à la seule imagination artificielle. Que ceux qui croiraient à ce point aux vertus des machines veuillent bien se donner la peine de tâter de la chose quelques heures ou quelques jours, avant d'en venir à clamer bruyamment quelque conclusion... fausse. Sans le talent de l'artiste, comment une innocente machine saurait-elle par instants faire revivre en nous certaines de nos terreurs ancestrales? Comment pourrait-elle parler d'une voix aussi suave et convaincante aux très subtils détours et aux désirs de nos inconscients? Quant au texte, il s'est trouvé issu des mêmes menées symbiotiques, parfois servant de pâture et d'amorce aux errances du générateur d'images, d'autres fois surgi des images elles-mêmes ou selon les règles ordinaires de l'écriture automatique et d'autres fois encore d'une conjugaison des trois.