To an AI-generated dancer

Hey there!
Why don't you have a face?

Why are you so lonely
In a brave new world?

What's the price of bravery?

What did you have to sacrifice

To go on stage?

Life is a performance

And you keep dancing in a complete darkness

As is everyone

In the wake of an era of

Alorithms taking over art.

What do you feel

With your posh and archaic

30's heart?

Which virtues and vices

Can you depict plastically

That should stay intact in a plastic world?


Text author: Maryna Tchianova (Ukraine)

Illustration: AI-generated by means of the newest version of a DALL-E Open AI algorithm, most of whose creators live in the US/Italy.

Since the author of this text doesn't know or own any methods/algorithms/mechanics of the Open AI databases, the courtesy goes as deep as the open source information, with sincere reverence to the whole international team of creators. Further research tracing the original sources may be or not be conducted, depending on the level of media freedom in the whole range of  AI product/service supply chain countries. The author does as much as she can to make quotations timely and precise.