The death of art and authorship?

Human imagination has long been viewed as our inner voice, a reflection of our spirit, distinguishing us from other creatures. But what happens if AI can create art that is arguably more beautiful, powerful, and satisfying?

If art is proven to be measurable and quantifiable, will human art only be as “smart” as our own artistic intelligence?… And as such, should we expect one day for AI art to become infinitely more inspiring than our own?

What happens If we are faced with an infinite supply of perfect AI artworks:

- Will creations stop being distinct and memorable? Will we lose choice?

- Will more iteration and experimentation mean less conscious creation?

- Will our ideas suddenly feel flat and predictable compared to AI’s?

- Will human art cease to be competitive and personally rewarding?

- Will we lose the dopamine reward pathways that foment creativity?

- Are we part of the last generation of human artists?

- Are we staring at the death of art?... The death of the artist?

If life is a laboratory for creativity and humans lose their impulse to create, do we also lose our life pulse, passing from creators to spectators? Is the end of art, imagination, and play, also the end of our species’ evolution?

And is AI itself our ultimate artwork? Humanity’s final creation, that consequently goes on to create everything else in the universe?