AI artists embracing artifacts are rejecting the new academy, and it isn't art school anymore... it's the clean aesthetic of corporate AI. It's Midjourney's Terms of Service. It's the dopamine-scrolling softcore that looks like every other Instagram AI account. It's generative slop optimized for engagement metrics. Chaos reigns supreme. More is more. The artifact is prayer and provocation. This is the new Surrealist movement. The six-fingered hand isn't a mistake. It's a manifesto. Those texture bleeds, morphological glitches, the places where the algorithm's dreams collapse into beautiful wrongness—that's not failure. That's the new automatism. Let it bleed. Let it artifact. Let it be six-fingered and morphologically impossible and beautiful in its brokenness.