“The Solaris project” is an artistic experiment that explores the limits of perception, imagination and technology, drawing inspiration from Stanislaw Lem's visionary 1961 novel. 'The starting point is the parallel between the thinking ocean from Stanislaw Lem's novel “Solaris” and the possibilities and limitations of machine learning. Lem depicts the planet Solaris as an entity capable of extracting images from human minds and processing them freely, but incapable of interpreting them rationally. ML's image-creating tools operate similarly: they grab fragments of our iconosphere and process them without understanding, often in ways that are creative and fascinating, but also enigmatic and disturbing.' ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

What did I see that night so fair, with horizons stretching wide? Bright enough to touch the sky, yet darkness by my side. A twilight dance of shadowed light, my eyes could scarce believe, Was it a dream within my sight, or truths the night conceived? ● Part of the "Digital Haiku", "Softness" series.

Do you reflect on your old age, as twilight starts to blend? Do you reminisce on childhood, the toys that were your friends? Do you remember what it was like, to play with them each day? What would you do in paradise, if you were there today? ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

You are what you eat. ● Part of the "Digital Haiku", "Softness" series.

I have my head in the clouds And I don’t know what to do Is it a dream or an escape? Or is it something true? But the sun is burning bright And the sand is in my eyes I have to face the truth and fight And leave behind the lies I have my head in the clouds But I can’t stay there forever Is it a dream or an escape? And is it now or never? ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

In the deep and dark forest There are secrets to be found Among the mosses and ferns There is life all around The moist and tiny creatures They crawl and hop and fly They have their own adventures Beneath the starry sky But there is also something else That stirs the forest air A tender lust that fills the hearts Of those who wander there ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

How did this happen that our souls lost their connection to our bodies? Why do we remain separated and lost like a creature pieced together by Frankenstein - intended to be superhuman, in practice unhappy and non-functional? Where does our happiness accumulate now, and how can our pain be released, without which we only hurt ourselves and others? How can we fix it? ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

Do androids dream of electric sheep? Do humans dream of electric lovers? Will robots feel desire? ● Part of the "Digital Haiku" series.

The cubists had a great flair For painting things that weren’t there They knew all along That a square was so strong That it could make up a whole chair

I dreamed of a city that sleeps. This city dreams of cities, just as we dream of people. I tried to catch the city’s dreams.