Beneath the surface of everything we scroll, click and transmit, something is being built.
This work imagines the interior of the internet as a living, breathing universe; vast, dark, and seething with its own energy. Black, gold and white currents churn through the background like primordial matter, deep space and deep ocean at once, a cosmos still in the process of being created. And at the centre of it, two robots are at work.
One hauls itself upward on a rope, reaching into the darkness above. The other steadies a ladder, holding the structure firm. They are building something of their own, inside a world we created but no longer fully understand or control.
The internet was ours once. We built it to stay connected, to carry our voices, our commerce, our arguments, and our love letters. But systems that grow complex enough, begin to develop their own logic, their own momentum. What if something stirs in the deep architecture that we never quite intended.
This is that moment. Just two machines, quietly constructing a universe inside ours with gold light pulsing through the dark like the first signal of something that no longer needs us to give it meaning.
They are making what comes next.
Original art on box canvas with pouring medium, acrylics and paint pens.
30cm by 40cm by 1cm
Beneath the surface of everything we scroll, click and transmit, something is being built.
This work imagines the interior of the internet as a living, breathing universe; vast, dark, and seething with its own energy. Black, gold and white currents churn through the background like primordial matter, deep space and deep ocean at once, a cosmos still in the process of being created. And at the centre of it, two robots are at work.
One hauls itself upward on a rope, reaching into the darkness above. The other steadies a ladder, holding the structure firm. They are building something of their own, inside a world we created but no longer fully understand or control.
The internet was ours once. We built it to stay connected, to carry our voices, our commerce, our arguments, and our love letters. But systems that grow complex enough, begin to develop their own logic, their own momentum. What if something stirs in the deep architecture that we never quite intended.
This is that moment. Just two machines, quietly constructing a universe inside ours with gold light pulsing through the dark like the first signal of something that no longer needs us to give it meaning.
They are making what comes next.
Original art on box canvas with pouring medium, acrylics and paint pens.
30cm by 40cm by 1cm
