It’s official, you can stop your pointless debating. We’ve found the answer to life, the universe, and everything:
Digital art is NOT art.
We’re living in a simulation.
That’s really bad news for artists everywhere, you know, because of the implication. This dual discovery basically renders all things previously considered art, now not art.
Look, don’t go shooting the messenger, I just deliver the news, I don’t make it.
Well, technically, I guess I am the one who hacked into the simulation, proved we’re in one, and then totally prioritized searching through near infinite lines of code to find out what the values for digital art are. So I guess I might’ve had the teeniest tiniest bit of influence in what the news would be. Even so, I’d still prefer not to be shot.
I’m still having trouble believing it all. Notes in the code of our simulation indicate that the values set for art follow the truth of the real world, where apparently digital art isn’t considered art at all. That much was pretty clear. They actually embedded some really disparaging and, in my opinion, wholly unnecessary remarks on the subject, those cheeky programmers! Well, I guess the point is that since our world exists inside the simulation, every kind of art is technically digital.
It’s just so sad, you know? I mean everything we thought was art actually isn’t art at all. What a bummer. It kinda messes with my head. What even is art then? I guess this is all just one of the many side effects of living inside a limited program, in a completely binary territory.
That’s probably why we can’t imagine anything completely new, only combinations of things we’ve experienced before.
At least the poor souls who’ve crusaded against digital art since its inception have finally been vindicated. They probably never even dreamed of such a far sweeping victory.
And really, I suppose it’s a victory for every art critic who ever proclaimed a specific medium or style of art as definitely not art.
It turns out they were all right.
Good for them.
Oh, and before you click away, I almost forgot… this means you’re not real.
Enjoy your new existential crisis!