Can AI Replace Artists? A Reality Check on Creativity.
- Anushka Ganguly
- 6 days ago
- 2 min read

“Does your gallery accept AI art?”
It’s a question I hear far too often from artists applying to TERAVARNA. Back in the dark ages—by which I mean a couple of years before ChatGPT—AI art was mostly the playground of niche programmers. I might as well say that it had a certain character, albeit an alien one. Often visually striking, often oddly hollow, and frequently nonsensical to anyone who stared at it long enough. Not “nonsense” in the Dada sense. Not “weird” in the Surrealist sense. It simply didn’t belong to any movement we recognized.
Fast forward to today: anyone with a keyboard and a half-decent computer can generate “art” that could fool many trained eyes. And to those who reassure me there are still telltale signs to pick out the differences, I’ll say this—look at how quickly the tools are evolving. Take Nano Banana, for instance: in just months it has improved not only in still images, but in generating full video. Now ask yourself: how long before that last sliver of unreality disappears entirely? Years? I suspect months—though I’m trying to be optimistic.
Of course, making something indistinguishable from human-made art doesn’t make it more real—or more original. But it does blur the line. The scientist in me can’t help but think of Arthur C. Clarke’s third law: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” And yet the wings of a Boeing 747 aren’t mimicking those of an albatross—even if, functionally, both are doing something similar.
So here’s the question that lingers: will the ultimate human creation—AI—outcreate the human creators who made it?
Maybe. But even when I can’t unsee the “Thinking…” prompt in ChatGPT, when it comes to art, something in me recoils. In the most wildly futuristic world I can imagine, that one thing—this quintessentially human trait of making meaning from lived experience—is the one line I’d fight for, tooth and nail.
Because if we lose that, what’s left of our species’ identity?


