There was no sound when it arrived. No grand proclamation, no violent rupture. Just the quiet, earth-rumbling hum of something vast and inevitable settling into place. It did not ask for permission, nor did it need to.
She saw it first. Or maybe she was simply the last to still be looking. Its shape was unknowable, but it did not need a name. Not born, not built - something in between.
This painting explores the shifting ground beneath humanity’s latest innovations—the slow, irreversible handover from maker to machine, from thought to automation. A being both mechanical and organic, a creation that transcends its creator. The girl may only witness, as we all do, standing at the threshold of something new, something inescapable. And yet, even in this moment of overwhelming transformation, a question lingers: Is this the birth of something greater, or the moment humanity finally lets go?
