AI GENERATED

I use these new tools the way I once used a camera. You look hard at the thing. You cut away what is false. You stay with it until it tells the truth or something close to it. AI is another instrument, nothing more. It can open a door you didn’t know was there, but it won’t walk through it for you. The work is still the work. You bring your eye, your patience, your stubbornness. You try to make something clean and alive. If the image holds, if it carries its own weight, then the tool did its job and so did I.

Echo began as an exercise in seeing. I wanted to take an ordinary object and push it until it revealed something unexpected. A washing machine door. A reflection. The slow churn of a night laundromat. If you stare long enough, even the plainest surface will offer a story. With AI in the mix, the story changes shape. That was the point.

The project works on a few levels. It is satire, because we now treat every talking interface like a sage. It is parody, because a ghost in a washer knows as much about us as most of our devices do. And it is a metaphor for the moment we’re in: a world where the machine mimics our voice and we pretend the echo is enough.

But at the base of it all is craft. You try to make an image hold its weight. You try to let the human intention show through the synthetic weave. Echo is that effort made visible. A reflection that answers, a joke that turns honest, a reminder that meaning still comes from the person staring into the glass.

I made this piece to test how AI would handle something it still struggles with: the physics of cycling. The balance, the cadence, the small shifts of weight that make a ride feel true. I wanted to see if the machine could hold those details without breaking the moment.

To keep the experiment honest, I kept the story simple. Two riders. A quiet morning. The easy ritual of coffee before the world speeds up. No big plot. No tricks. Just the pleasure of motion and the way a shared routine can set the tone for a whole day.

The film is about how small things carry weight: the first sip of something warm, the soft light on a street, the steady rhythm of two bikes rolling side by side. AI helped build the images, but the feeling I was chasing was human. A clean start. A clear head. The kind of morning that reminds you life doesn’t have to be complicated to be good.