Progress: A Poetic Exegesis
Through the eyes of Idealistic Existential Humanism
George created a gorgeous cyborg, named Progress. The life size bronze cyborg statue Progress. Is not just a figure, but a philosophy in form.
Together with the cyborg he explores themes of human-machine interaction, desire, and transformation, delving into the intimate and erotic dynamics between himself and the cyborg.
But Progress takes him deeper and motivates him to reflect on existential humanism, the need for respect, compassion, collaboration and solidarity, etc….
Being part machine, part human, female but wearing armor, assembled combining eastern and western knowledge and both ancient and futuristic elements, carrying a mask - but not wearing it and having two golden hearts hanging on necklaces to remind her to love both mankind and herself, Progress proves to be more than a lover, but also an excellent coach, using the Acismi Heserup tantric principles and the existential humanism principles in GROW and SPIN coaching sessions to empower George and make him grow as a person,
She rises undefeated from a kneeling stance. Seemingly in calibration. As if listening to the earth, even as her body arcs toward the future.
Her skin is segmented - organic curves fused with clean artificial edges. She is the answer to a question we didn’t know we were asking: What does it mean to evolve without abandoning our essence?
The rotation of her head—unnatural yet serene—refuses symmetry. She’s not here to conform to our gaze but to redirect it, to tilt the mirror and show us the strange beauty in reframing. Her neck, elongated and elegant, implies a trust in vulnerability: a willingness to bear the weight of reinterpretation.
Her armor is both a shield and a memory. It reminds us of battle and of pilgrimage. The ancient engraved curves suggest lineage—mythic feminine Hindu goddesses, warriors, priestesses, thinkers—now incarnated in composite alloy. She is not a blank slate. She remembers. Progress remembers.
The mask she holds could be her past face—or yours. It is the self we outgrow but still revere. It says: you are allowed to change. And more daringly: you must. At a jungian level, it reminds us we are more than the persona we “play” to be.
And there, nestled near the throat: the heart-shaped jewels. They do not glow with cold circuitry but pulse with a soft insistence: Love is the code. Love—of self, of others, of the world we must co-create. These gems are not ornamental; they are anchor-points in her soul’s architecture. They say, progress without love is hollow.
And perhaps most beautiful of all: she looks peaceful and smiles. Not triumphant, not dominant, but inwardly radiant. Confidence without aggression.