What happens to a designer when the tool starts doing the thinking? Yaheng Li poses this question in his MFA thesis, “Different Ways of Seeing.” The CCA grad published a writeup about his project in Slanted, explaining that he drew on embodiment research to make a point about how tools change who we are:
Whether they are tools, toys, or mirror reflections, external objects temporarily become part of who we are all the time. When I put my eyeglasses on, I am a being with 20/20 vision, not because my body can do that it can’t, but because my body-with-augmented-vision-hardware can.
The eyeglasses example is simple but the logic extends further than you’d expect. Li takes it to the smartphone:
When you hold your smartphone in your hand, it’s not just the morphological computation happening at the surface of your skin that becomes part of who you are. As long as you have Wi-Fi or a phone signal, the information available all over the internet (both true and false information, real news and fabricated lies) is literally at your fingertips. Even when you’re not directly accessing it, the immediate availability of that vast maelstrom of information makes it part of who you are, lies and all. Be careful with that.
Now apply that same logic to a designer sitting in front of an AI tool. If the tool becomes an extension of the self, and the tool is doing the visual thinking and layout generation, what does the designer become? Li’s thesis argues that graphic design shapes perception, that it acts as “a form of visual poetry that can convey complex ideas and evoke emotional responses, thus influencing cognitive and cultural shifts.” If that’s true, and I think it is, then the tool the designer uses to make that poetry is shaping the poetry itself.
This is a philosophical piece, not a practical one. But the underlying question is practical for anyone designing with AI right now: if your tools become part of who you are, you should care a great deal about what those tools are doing to your thinking.

Different Ways of Seeing
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