Alien Intelligence imagines AI at the precise moment it stops feeling human—despite being entirely made by human hands. Cast as a chrome figure in human form, the sculpture holds a paradox: a presence that looks familiar, yet reads as foreign. Its faceless, streamlined anatomy suggests an intelligence without biography—no childhood, no instinct, no mortality—only function, pattern, and emergence.
The mirrored surface turns the work into a living interface. As you approach, you appear on its skin, folded into the object you’re trying to understand. This is the central tension the piece stages: AI is born from us—trained on our language, our images, our decisions—yet it can evolve into something that does not share our inner life. The result is an “alien” mind wearing a human silhouette: Alien Intelligence in human form.
The title names that uneasy threshold. When does artificial intelligence become other—not in origin, but in nature? And if the alien is built from human traces, what exactly are we looking at when we look at it: a new species, a mirror, or the future shape of our own thinking?
