"Mechanical Wonderland"

A world of rust, cyan patina, and oxidized orange. Automatons with unsettling proportions, equipped with immense binocular-like eyes, wait silently amidst abandoned landscapes. Everything is frozen in a melancholy of worn metal.

Mechanical Wonderland does not show a running factory, but a poetic relic. Artificial intelligence plays here on the contrast between the innocence of forms — recalling old iron dolls — and the desolation of wear. It is an industrial fairy tale where the machine seems to dream, eyes wide open upon an empty world.