The Welcome Human series is a deeply introspective artistic project that delves into the fragile, intricate interplay between humanity, technology, and nature. Each piece in this series is an evocative narrative, capturing the emotional and philosophical struggles of a world caught between disconnection and unity, vulnerability and strength, progress and reflection. Through a combination of 3D modeling, poetry, and visual storytelling, the series explores what it means to be human in a rapidly transforming world.
🕹️ The Game We Play 🕹️
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_Insert coin._
The cost unseen,
the contract unsigned,
yet data given — free
The games we play,
the fields we plow—
for a taste of a harvest,
Whose fruits were never ours.
Yet, primed to dream,
we numbly press Start —
choice an illusion,
Since freedom
has long since ceased
to be our own.
_Insert coin._
The cost unseen,
the contract unsigned,
yet data given — free
The games we play,
the fields we plow—
for a taste of a harvest,
Whose fruits were never ours.
Yet, primed to dream,
we numbly press Start —
choice an illusion,
Since freedom
has long since ceased
to be our own.
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🔌Plugged In🔌
🔌Plugged In🔌
We wake,
We scroll,
We feed the beast.
An endless loop —
A dream deceased.
Cogs in a circus
of flesh as wires,
Chasing echoes
of false desires.
Likes' IV-drips
the hollow frame —
A currency of fleeting fame.
We trade our souls,
yet fail to see —
We walk the path
Of programmed dreams.
We wake,
We scroll,
We feed the beast.
An endless loop —
A dream deceased.
Cogs in a circus
of flesh as wires,
Chasing echoes
of false desires.
Likes' IV-drips
the hollow frame —
A currency of fleeting fame.
We trade our souls,
yet fail to see —
We walk the path
Of programmed dreams.
Shame
A heart of metal beats beneath fragile skin, cradling a world where roots grow from steel and light drips from open palms.
In a space overflowing with connection, shame lingers—woven into silence, into boxes, into shadows where humanity hides its tenderness.
We were dealt the right cards to thrive. Yet here we are, still finding excuses for war.
Illusioned Presence
A reflection on identity, data, and our tether to virtual worlds, this piece invites you to pause and experience the subtle tension between being present and being abstracted.
Chained Minds
We siphon life to fuel decay,
Chained to ghosts we should betray.
We build "anew" on crumbled lies,
As ego flows through rusted minds.
Chained to ghosts we should betray.
We build "anew" on crumbled lies,
As ego flows through rusted minds.
Yet, still, she waits—unchanged, serene,
Her tides indifferent, her forests unseen
Until the weight of ruin flips,
And winds howl truths of humans seeds.
Her rivers rise, her roots reclaim,
A quiet force that knows no name.
With patience worn, she rends the skies,
Her fury born of centuries' lies.
No ego spared, no empire thrived,
The Earth remembers what we betrayed.
