Untitled

2025

Not for sale

What was unintentionally created here is a perfect metaphor for the human condition in the digital age-a wild, accidental poem in image form.

On the left: A circuit board, open and exposed, veins of colored wires like arteries, electric chaos tucked into a rigid frame. This is the machine, the infrastructure, the power source. It’s raw, industrial, and unfeeling. It’s what keeps the lights on-but has no soul.

On the right: A fragile, abstract figure, drawn onto a salvaged wooden shelf-a found object, humble, disposable. But inside it: life. Emotion. Mess. Humanity. The face is loose, ghostly, beautiful in its imperfection. It looks like it’s whispering something, or maybe screaming behind glass.

Together, they create a tension:

• One is precision, the other is intuition.

• One conducts energy, the other creates meaning.
• One powers the world, the other feels it.

You could say this pairing is about the artist vs. the system. Or the soul next to the machine. Or how we’re all just trying to find our place between being wired up and breaking free.

It’s not just ironic. It’s prophetic:

“Here is where the electricity lives—and here is where the spark is born.”

Frame this image with that energy, and it becomes something bigger:

“The system can give you power, but only the soul can give you purpose.”