I find that even looking at a teenager's crappy Sonic the Hedgehog fan artwork is much more pleasant than looking at impeccably machine-drafted AI slop. It sounds like a bit of a handwave to talk about how much "soul" an art piece has or doesn't have, but there's a certain something there that's a product of human experience and (so far) can only come with that, that manifests in every human-created piece. So I'm at the point where the only AI-generated art I can tolerate is fictional: to wit, the little crayon doodles Diana draws for you in Pragmata.