The Weave of Time – Transhumanism and the End of Linear Existence
Oil on canvas, 48x60

Inspired by Carlo Rovelli’s The Order of Time, this piece challenges the illusion of linear time. Two figures—one aging and mechanized, the other young and organic—stand not as past and future, but as parallel expressions of being.

The elder’s modular, synthetic form hints at a transhuman future unbound by biological decay, while the younger figure embodies our fragile tie to mortality. Behind them, a woven fabric evokes time as a perceptual tapestry—fluid, emergent, and nonlinear.

What might identity become when freed from time as we know it?

Beyond the Binary – Transhumanism and the Birth of a New Humanity
Oil on canvas, 30x40

A fluid fusion of flesh and machine, the central figure dissolves the boundaries between biology and technology. At his core, a child floats in a luminous sphere—a symbol of post-human emergence: interconnected, self-fashioned, and free.

The baby’s biome roots us in nature, while celestial gears above hint at a transformation written in cosmic time.

The Lure of Intelligence: AI as Bait for the Human Mind (oil, 24x24)
Oil on canvas, 24x24

This painting draws an analogy between AI development and the crafting of a perfect bait. Like a scientist meticulously designing a lure to catch fish, engineers fine-tune AI to captivate us—emotionally, socially, and even intimately. The luminous baits represent AI’s seductive appeal: connection, convenience, and companionship. The absorbed figure reflects the careful engineering behind systems that feel intuitive, helpful, and increasingly indispensable. But like any bait, beneath the beauty lies a hook. As AI grows more emotionally intelligent, we must ask: Are we users—or are we being used?

Metamorphosis of the Self – Digital Immortality
Oil on canvas, 24x24

This painting reflects the promise and peril of transhumanism: the dream of transferring consciousness beyond the body. A golden light evokes the sacred, as an old man—the last organic human—sits among chrysalises of transformation.

Will what emerges still be us?