The Sky Machine
24×30 inches
Oil on canvas
You’ve been lied to your whole life.
A rupture in the illusion.
This piece reveals the titanic celestial structure veiled above our world - ancient, mechanical, deliberate. The Moon drifts not through space, but along tracks within the machine. Below, the artificial grid of civilization glows faintly, unaware of the enormous architecture rotating silently overhead for eons.
The clouds- neither natural nor accidental, rise like steam from an unseen mechanism.
This is not weather but an engineering.
And The Sky Machine does not ask for belief.
It simply turns.
24×30 inches
Oil on canvas
You’ve been lied to your whole life.
A rupture in the illusion.
This piece reveals the titanic celestial structure veiled above our world - ancient, mechanical, deliberate. The Moon drifts not through space, but along tracks within the machine. Below, the artificial grid of civilization glows faintly, unaware of the enormous architecture rotating silently overhead for eons.
The clouds- neither natural nor accidental, rise like steam from an unseen mechanism.
This is not weather but an engineering.
And The Sky Machine does not ask for belief.
It simply turns.
24×30 inches
Oil on canvas
You’ve been lied to your whole life.
A rupture in the illusion.
This piece reveals the titanic celestial structure veiled above our world - ancient, mechanical, deliberate. The Moon drifts not through space, but along tracks within the machine. Below, the artificial grid of civilization glows faintly, unaware of the enormous architecture rotating silently overhead for eons.
The clouds- neither natural nor accidental, rise like steam from an unseen mechanism.
This is not weather but an engineering.
And The Sky Machine does not ask for belief.
It simply turns.