A drawing by veteran artist John Cuneo, about the existential threat that AI poses to artists and illustrators, has been selected for this year’s prestigious American Illustration Annual.
“The irony is not lost on me,” said John in a Facebook post, reflecting on American Illustration’s shorthand title.
The cartoon was chosen from some 8000 entries by a judging team led by Mark Heflin.
John Cuneo has contributed drawings, cartoons, and covers to The New Yorker since 1994. His books include Not Waving but Drawing: Dark Thoughts, Lightly Rendered and Coping Skills, a collection of his personal and sketchbook work.
• John Cuneo is online at johncuneo.com
• American Illustration is online at ai-ap.com
The founder of downthetubes, which he established in 1998. John works as a comics and magazine editor, writer, and on promotional work for the Lakes International Comic Art Festival. He is currently editor of Star Trek Explorer, published by Titan – his third tour of duty on the title originally titled Star Trek Magazine.
Working in British comics publishing since the 1980s, his credits include editor of titles such as Doctor Who Magazine, Babylon 5 Magazine, and more. He also edited the comics anthology STRIP Magazine and edited several audio comics for ROK Comics. He has also edited several comic collections, including volumes of “Charley’s War” and “Dan Dare”.
He’s the writer of “Pilgrim: Secrets and Lies” for B7 Comics; “Crucible”, a creator-owned project with 2000AD artist Smuzz; and “Death Duty” and “Skow Dogs” with Dave Hailwood.
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Can AI think up the joke that goes with the cartoon, though?
From “The Moon is a Harsh Mistress” by Robert A Heinlein (1966).
Mike is an AI
Mike mulled this. He was weirdest mixture of unsophisticated baby and wise old man. No instincts (well, don’t think he could have had), no inborn traits, no human rearing, no experience in human sense—and more stored data than a platoon of geniuses.
“Jokes?” he asked.
“Let’s hear one.”
“Why is a laser beam like a goldfish?”
Mike knew about lasers but where would he have seen goldfish? Oh, he had undoubtedly seen flicks of them and, were I foolish enough to ask, could spew forth thousands of words. “I give up.”
His lights rippled. “Because neither one can whistle.”
I groaned. “Walked into that. Anyhow, you could probably rig a laser beam to whistle.”
He answered quickly, “Yes. In response to an action program. Then it’s not funny?”