i began creating because a single question kept echoing inside me:
“If AI can generate the work, then what is left for the human spirit to make?”

In search of the answer,
I shaped thousands of musical fragments
and summoned hundreds of thousands of images
not to fill the world with more content,
but to listen to the quiet dialogue
between intuition and algorithm.

Somewhere in that silence,
I discovered that meaning doesn’t appear on the canvas or in the sound itself.
It emerges in the space between the machine’s output
and the human who interprets it.

So I create in that space.

I follow signals rather than rules,
resonance rather than certainty.
Sometimes it becomes a song,
sometimes a vision,
sometimes only a ripple that refuses to be named.

I don’t know where this path leads.
I only know that the process is alive
and if you’re here,
you’ve felt its pulse too.