But what happens until then. Given the extraordinary advances we’re already seeing in AI, one finds oneself asking: what does it mean to be a creative now?
Just 18 months since its release, ChatGPT and other generative AI platforms like Midjourney or Craiyon have come as far as letting users create ideas from any textual parameters. I do wonder, though: if a bot can manage to write a Cannes-award-winning script, why can’t it fix a clogged toilet?
So, there’s evidence AI can execute simple tasks (though apparently making me breakfast in bed isn’t one of them). But it can’t yet bring big-picture thinking to creative challenges.
(If your contribution is similarly limited, there’s great news. There are lots of jobs in the creative business that don’t require idea people. You can still be a high-powered holding company executive. No one seems to be building a digital counterpart for the C-suite exec who thrives on boardroom bravado and takes 12-week vacations. At least not yet.)
The fact is the real business of creativity needs big-picture thinking. Because creativity is driven by ideas. Powerful, emotional, compelling communication comes from ideas. They’re the starting point. What emotion do I want to elicit? What am I saying here? Why didn’t I go into something easier like investment banking? The better the idea, the more compelling the work.
Generative AI is more correctly re-generative AI. It cannot, by definition, dream up something from nothing. AI can only synthesize what already exists. Some new ideas can are reconfigurations of old ones. And while AI regurgitate the entire Internet, it can’t yet offer up fresh ideas that generate new intuitive connections, which somehow just work. So, yes, its output is somewhere on the creative spectrum. But the truth is you can only reinvent meatloaf so many times before you start dreaming of a robot Gordon Ramsay. AI never gets as far as generating something out of left field, something totally unexpected but which works. Come to think of it, ChatPT could probably write shelves of excellent Harlequin Romances.
In the worlds we dream up, creatives remain God. But I think there’s a place for AI at the right hand of God. It would be as if, in an effort to delegate more of Our divine work, we brought into existence a lesser god, let’s call him Brett, to handle the pesky day-to-day creation duties.
Brett lets us shift our role to focus more on long-term planning for the cosmos. We’re the big-picture God. We give him nice performance reports that say things like: “Brett is a dynamic and capable craftsman with a real passion for commanding existence to manifest itself from the formless void.” But the truth is Brett is limited to bringing forth new galactic, planetary, and biological entities from what already exists.
And whoa boy is he fast. Brett pauses for a moment to clear the phlegm from the alveolar bits and pieces he finds on the Internet and then cranks out very average, highly satisfactory, mediocrity. You can refine your prompts and he proudly repeats the process, fully confident that quantity beats quality.
And in that moment we realize the limitations of AI. The real magic, the unexpected, can only come from humans.