Dialogue with Technology

At first, technology felt like a wall between me and form.
Everything seemed cold, calculated, devoid of emotion.
But with each attempt, I began to recognize its rhythm.It was not just a machine executing commands.
It had its own “breath” — moments when it flowed perfectly and moments when it needed adjustment.
I learned not to fight it, but to synchronize with it.In a way, the printer began to answer me: with precision, with consistency, with details I could never have achieved by hand.
And yet, without my hand, without my eye, the form was incomplete.The dialogue between algorithm and artistic gesture is not about the supremacy of one over the other.
It is about their meeting halfway.
And there, in their shared rhythm, Thomsa art is born.