WORKONYOU - THE FORMS
Designed the cover, the music is still on its way.

This poster is a reflection on the standardization of thought, on the habit of hiding behind ready-made forms. On people who choose convenient packaging over living presence.

Canned — a symbol of how we preserve ourselves: sealed, sterile, faceless. But inside — there’s still a human. Maybe.

I’m making movies.

See also 

• Poster “THE ICON”
• Poster “THIS IS LOVE”

In 2022 my friends and I created a small men’s Telegram chat. A private place where you could drop something interesting, share news, arrange meetings, or argue, finally. We launched it during one of our gatherings in Minsk — spontaneously, in just a couple of minutes. There were no ideas for a name. Why not just put a fruit emoji 🍑 instead of text? Perfect.

For three years we didn’t touch or change anything. It worked well enough. This year I decided to play with the group’s visual identity using AI. The task was simple: to pull the peach out of the emoji world into reality.

First I drew our main character. Now it’s an image you can use as an avatar, send to friends, print, and even hang in a frame.

But of course I didn’t stop there. I created a boyfriend for our peach so it wouldn’t be lonely. After all, it’s good when fruits have friends.

Summer. City center. Clouds are gathering. In this charged moment something incomprehensible and beautiful gazes at me. People take shelter in the metro’s underground or, like moths, hurry toward the mall’s bright shop windows. No one notices the solemnity and purity of this unseen power.

We live at the junction of two systems: bodies have biorhythms and breath; servers have timestamps and uptime. The intersection of worlds is not a compromise but an interface, a place where human attention meets machine protocol. It is important to be fluent in the language of feeling and the language of systems. Silence is not a pause but a medium; the algorithm is not a judge but a tool. Meaning is a signal that passes through noise without losing the human dimension.

Design not for retention but for free will. Choose depth over reach. Recognize friction as part of the protocol, not a bug. Mark boundaries and sources, especially when AI is involved. Transparency is the new ethical minimum. Build small protocols that return agency: rituals of attention, careful maps instead of total pictures of the world. Publish not “truth forever” but careful diffs, checkpoints in the evolution of thought.

The intersection of worlds is a place where the system can be rebooted. Here we fix the initial conditions: first the body, then the tool; first reality, then the model. Between heart and circuit, between voice and code, the protocol preserves the full spectrum of the signal, including feeling.

Look at the cute little cat I added to the photo.