The Tools Are New.
The Voice Is Still Mine.
Where I stand on making art with AI, written plainly, so nobody has to guess.
I use AI. In some of my art. In some of my music production. In parts of how I organize and edit my writing. I’m not going to pretend otherwise, and I’m not going to bury it in fine print either.
Here’s the plain version: the tools are new. The voice is still mine.
A tool doesn’t get to decide what a piece means. I do.
Every book on the Books page, I wrote. The sentences, the structure, the argument — mine, sometimes with an editor’s help, the same as any writer. Under Infinite Canvas AI, the images are generated with AI tools, directed and selected by me, usually built around a real story from my life or the endometriosis work. The music runs the widest range: some of it is me on guitar, learning as I go; some of it leans more heavily on production tools. I’d rather tell you that than let you assume either way.
What I won’t do: pass off a machine’s output as a memory I don’t have, a feeling I didn’t feel, or a person I never met. The stories underneath all of this — Kellie, Sammie, Jacob, Cameron, my mom, the women in the endometriosis work — are real. AI helps me say some of it. It doesn’t get to invent any of it.
If that changes for a specific piece, I’ll say so on that piece. That’s the whole policy.