Renaissance art,and its purity.

There is something in the great works of the past that I have never found anywhere else. A kind of purity. Made slowly, by hand, by people whose presence can still be felt centuries later. I sometimes wonder how much longer that connection will survive in a world changing this quickly.

In my dreams, I travel back in time with nothing but my phone in hand. I enter the workshops while figures are still emerging from marble and paint is still wet, capturing what the artists saw before history reached it.

But even the photographs cannot make the journey through time untouched.

During the journey back to the present, they age. They arrive faded, fractured and worn, carrying the same centuries as the works they were meant to preserve.

So I rebuild them.

Beneath the paint and stone, another structure begins to emerge. Circuitry and light reveal themselves where the old surface has given way. The past is not being covered by technology. It is being rebuilt from within.

But time behaves differently in every piece. Some reveal what history has taken away. Others hold moments that should never have existed.

The history remains. The cracks remain. The centuries remain. But underneath them, something new has begun. The past is not disappearing. It is entering another age.