Breaking the Silence
Poetry in Black and White is a series of digital artworks shaped by artificial intelligence. These pieces are the result of a creative exchange between human and machine — art that relies on technology, yet would be inconceivable without human imagination.
Poetry in Black and White was completed over the course of approximately four months. It comprises six motifs that unfold across a range of expressive forms: fine art prints, video works, sound collages, and literary fragments.
BOWL is a portal to lost moments and emotions still lingering in the dark. It preserves what would otherwise fade into oblivion – and brings it, for a fleeting instant, into the light.
BOWL does not show you itself, but what you have lost. It makes the invisible visible – fleeting memories that flare up like sparks, only to disappear again.
BOWL – the portal of remembrance.
GALLIC is a silent guardian. She gathers the stories of darkness – the broken stars, the forgotten dreams. Her light does not shine to illuminate, but to remember.
GALLIC is a memory. She preserves what the darkness whispers, and writes the history of the universe – not with ink, but with time.
GALLIC – the chronicler of darkness.
PEARL gathers what quietly disappears: a smile, a whisper that never became a farewell. Her tendrils carry pearls in which these lost fragments of the world are preserved.
PEARL is a silent collector. She does not hold on to grand stories, but to the small things – the ones easily overlooked. The darkness tells her of emotions that drown in silence.
PEARL – the keeper of lost emotions.
SHAAK collects no memories, no feelings. She devours fragments of souls, shattered thoughts, and sunken hopes. But she does not hunt. She waits. Her hunger is endless – yet once, she encountered something she could not hold: an idea, bright as a star.
SHAAK is a creature of desire. She consumes what drifts through the dark, but not all can be grasped. Hunger keeps her alive – but it never ends.
SHAAK – the insatiable maw.
PULS hears everything. Every sound, every whisper, every scream. Her membrane absorbs every vibration and preserves it for eternity. But she does not archive out of nostalgia – the pulse of sound is her sustenance.
PULS collects the rhythm of the world. She is no predator, but a quiet archivist of the universe. As she drifts, even silence becomes part of her eternal melody.
PULS – the collector of sound.
VIKING draws evil from the darkness – rotted stories, poisoned dreams. She filters the venom, transforming it into something good. But the core of that evil remains within her, ready to be used as a weapon.
VIKING is no savior. She does not destroy the darkness – she keeps it. And if you come too close, she will release it – precise, and brutal.
VIKING – the filter of darkness.
