N° 006 2026.04.01

by hand, by AI

手のはたらき

These days, a great number of things can be made simply by asking. A few clear sentences can produce music, images, code, prose. Many people are watching this happen and concluding that the act of making with one's own hands has become optional, even quaint.

I don't think this is quite true, but it's not exactly false either. The proportion shifts. Work that used to involve hands moving across keys, or fingers shaping a curve, can now be sketched and refined in conversation. What survives the shift is something else — the part that decides what is wanted, what is excluded, what is good. The architecture of the thing is still authored. The taste that selects, refuses, refines is still personal.

But this isn't enough as an answer. The hand still wants to do something. There is a quality of attention that comes from making the small thing yourself, even when an assistant could make it faster. It is the difference between knowing a city by walking it and knowing it from a map. Both are valid; both yield something. But only one yields the texture of the place under your feet.

So, in practice, I keep both. The architecture I author. The decisions are mine. But the small motions — drawing a single line, choosing one word over another, tracing a rule of a system by hand — I keep doing them anyway. Not for efficiency. For the texture of the place under my feet.