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Steve Lee (b. 1983), Intuition, 2023, Digital artwork (iPad), 1280 × 1124 pxIt’s already been over 10 days since you came into this world. I’m excited to watch you grow and curious about how your presence will shape my life. I’ll try not to see you as someone less mature than me just because you’re young. I’ll see you as your own person. I won’t try to trap you in my standards just because I’ve ‘developed’ more. I’ll stand by your side so your life can unfold on its own.When we talk, I’ll loo...
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Steve Lee (b. 1983), Intuition, 2023, Digital artwork (iPad), 1280 × 1124 px지난주에 처음 이세상에 나온 후로 벌써 십여 일이 지났네. 앞으로 네가 성장해 나가는 모습들이 설레고, 또 내 인생을 어떻게 물들일지도 궁금하단다. 네가 어리다고 해서 너를 ‘나보다’ 미숙한 존재로 보지 않고, 하나의 인격체로 보도록 노력할게. 내가 더 ‘발달했다’고 해서 내 기준으로 너를 가두지 않고, 네 삶이 스스로 펼쳐질 수 있도록 곁에서 도와줄게.너와 이야기할 땐 꼭 눈을 보고 말할게. “미안, 지금은 안 될 것 같아”라고 거절해야 할 때도 너에게 시선을 두고 이야기할게. 화를 낼 때도, 꼭 눈을 보고 이유를 설명할게.때론 시시하고, 엉뚱해도, 너에게 질문을 많이 하는 사람이 될게. “하늘은 왜 파란색이지?” “저 사람 표정은 왜 슬퍼 보일까?” “어떤 맛인지 색깔로 표현해볼래?” “이 음악 들으니까 어떤 그림이 떠올라?” 벌써 너의 대...
Steve Lee#5 한시간의 여행
Finding Inner Peace
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Steve Lee#17 Dear K
Steve Lee (b. 1983), Intuition, 2023, Digital artwork (iPad), 1280 × 1124 pxIt’s already been over 10 days since you came into this world. I’m excited to watch you grow and curious about how your presence will shape my life. I’ll try not to see you as someone less mature than me just because you’re young. I’ll see you as your own person. I won’t try to trap you in my standards just because I’ve ‘developed’ more. I’ll stand by your side so your life can unfold on its own.When we talk, I’ll loo...
Steve Lee#17 K에게
Steve Lee (b. 1983), Intuition, 2023, Digital artwork (iPad), 1280 × 1124 px지난주에 처음 이세상에 나온 후로 벌써 십여 일이 지났네. 앞으로 네가 성장해 나가는 모습들이 설레고, 또 내 인생을 어떻게 물들일지도 궁금하단다. 네가 어리다고 해서 너를 ‘나보다’ 미숙한 존재로 보지 않고, 하나의 인격체로 보도록 노력할게. 내가 더 ‘발달했다’고 해서 내 기준으로 너를 가두지 않고, 네 삶이 스스로 펼쳐질 수 있도록 곁에서 도와줄게.너와 이야기할 땐 꼭 눈을 보고 말할게. “미안, 지금은 안 될 것 같아”라고 거절해야 할 때도 너에게 시선을 두고 이야기할게. 화를 낼 때도, 꼭 눈을 보고 이유를 설명할게.때론 시시하고, 엉뚱해도, 너에게 질문을 많이 하는 사람이 될게. “하늘은 왜 파란색이지?” “저 사람 표정은 왜 슬퍼 보일까?” “어떤 맛인지 색깔로 표현해볼래?” “이 음악 들으니까 어떤 그림이 떠올라?” 벌써 너의 대...
Steve Lee#5 한시간의 여행
Finding Inner Peace
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The way I write with a fountain pen reflects my taste.
The thickness of each stroke, the length, the angle all change with my mood and feelings.
No one can copy it exactly.
When I write,
I take the thoughts moving inside my head
and arrange them in my own way.
I choose the words I want to use.
I pause when I want to pause.
That is my taste.
In the age of AI, we ask GPT many things.
We search for the best answer.
The most efficient answer.
The most ideal answer.
But in that process,
are we slowly losing our own taste?
What colors do I really like?
Why do I prefer one restaurant over another?
How do I actually want to dress?
What kind of experiences do I want to have?
Instead,
we repeat choices that are close to the average.
We wear similar colors.
We say similar thoughts.
We are afraid of being controlled by AI,
yet we may be voluntarily becoming simple machines
that are easier for AI to take us over.
Reading a book feels different.
A book does not simply enter our eyes, like Instagram.
One person reads from the beginning.
Another starts in the middle.
Someone skips pages.
Someone reads only the parts they like.
Even in the same sentence,
different feelings and ideas are born.
Between one sentence and the next,
we try to understand what the writer meant.
In that space,
we discover our own taste.
It becomes even clearer when we look at art.
The viewer’s mind can create
as much as the artist’s mind.
From a single dot,
someone can see endless meaning.
In front of Rothko’s black/gray colors,
someone may cry.
In a green painted face,
someone imagines emotions that cannot be explained.
In Picasso’s strange faces,
someone suddenly remembers a person they know.
There is no single correct answer.
That is why more taste appears.
On a recent trip to Denver this week,
my flight was delayed for two hours.
While waiting,
I built a simple app
to organize the people I met at a conference
in the way I wanted.
Now we live in a time
when we can turn ideas into software
without asking a developer for help.
Coding skills.
Financial analysis.
Writing legal documents.
Even diagnosing the human body.
These are becoming much less prestigious.
How to do something
will increasingly be solved by AI.
So what remains?
Continuing to discover
and shape our own taste.
Bringing our own artistic sense
into the work we are given
and into the things we touch.
Less about how we do things.
More about what we choose to do,
and with what intention.
In the end,
it may be about putting a soul
into what machines create.
Maybe
we are moving toward
a new Renaissance.
The way I write with a fountain pen reflects my taste.
The thickness of each stroke, the length, the angle all change with my mood and feelings.
No one can copy it exactly.
When I write,
I take the thoughts moving inside my head
and arrange them in my own way.
I choose the words I want to use.
I pause when I want to pause.
That is my taste.
In the age of AI, we ask GPT many things.
We search for the best answer.
The most efficient answer.
The most ideal answer.
But in that process,
are we slowly losing our own taste?
What colors do I really like?
Why do I prefer one restaurant over another?
How do I actually want to dress?
What kind of experiences do I want to have?
Instead,
we repeat choices that are close to the average.
We wear similar colors.
We say similar thoughts.
We are afraid of being controlled by AI,
yet we may be voluntarily becoming simple machines
that are easier for AI to take us over.
Reading a book feels different.
A book does not simply enter our eyes, like Instagram.
One person reads from the beginning.
Another starts in the middle.
Someone skips pages.
Someone reads only the parts they like.
Even in the same sentence,
different feelings and ideas are born.
Between one sentence and the next,
we try to understand what the writer meant.
In that space,
we discover our own taste.
It becomes even clearer when we look at art.
The viewer’s mind can create
as much as the artist’s mind.
From a single dot,
someone can see endless meaning.
In front of Rothko’s black/gray colors,
someone may cry.
In a green painted face,
someone imagines emotions that cannot be explained.
In Picasso’s strange faces,
someone suddenly remembers a person they know.
There is no single correct answer.
That is why more taste appears.
On a recent trip to Denver this week,
my flight was delayed for two hours.
While waiting,
I built a simple app
to organize the people I met at a conference
in the way I wanted.
Now we live in a time
when we can turn ideas into software
without asking a developer for help.
Coding skills.
Financial analysis.
Writing legal documents.
Even diagnosing the human body.
These are becoming much less prestigious.
How to do something
will increasingly be solved by AI.
So what remains?
Continuing to discover
and shape our own taste.
Bringing our own artistic sense
into the work we are given
and into the things we touch.
Less about how we do things.
More about what we choose to do,
and with what intention.
In the end,
it may be about putting a soul
into what machines create.
Maybe
we are moving toward
a new Renaissance.
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