Artifice gets a bad name when we label things artificial. My husband’s favorite flower, for instance, is a hybrid of the fake and the real. Our florist calls it pom-poms and it looks like a daisy but comes in outrageous –even shocking– shades. His preference is for an improbable iceblue, mine for the purple. For what it’s worth his has a much longer shelf-life than mine.
The word art, and arts, derive from a similar root as artifice. Art is not real nor is it fake, but in ways it transcends both. Art could be said to be hyper-real.