The Wrong Future

As the world ushered in the year 2000, marking the dawn of a new millennium, I was just 18 years old. I vividly recall the palpable excitement that enveloped society, a collective anticipation of the future that had long been envisioned by futurists and immortalized in the pages of science fiction.

Among the myriad projections of that time were some striking possibilities:
- Governments might harness genetic engineering to cultivate geniuses for their own agendas, potentially giving rise to a new, artificially created race;
- The advent of genetic cosmetics could allow individuals to select their eye and hair color, skin tone, and even height;
- Enormous multi-level pyramid cities, with bases spanning several tens of kilometers, would emerge;
- Aerial traffic systems could render the construction of extensive highways obsolete;
- Space tourism would transition from fantasy to reality;
- Robots would assume the burden of laborious tasks.

In my current project, I am exploring a new generation — the generation of the future — comprising young individuals born after the year 2000. They now stand where I once stood, on the brink of a new life. Through their visual imperfections, the imagery of their surroundings, and the destruction that permeates our existence, I am crafting a letter from the past to this future. The only prediction I hold with certainty is that nature and humanity will persist in their eternal struggle between creation and destruction.

This project is a work in progress.

2023 — ...