The Monolith

Sometimes humanity needs

no answers 

only reflection.

It appears.
Unannounced.
Unshakable.

Moscow. Kyiv.

Istanbul. Paris.

Jerusalem.
In the middle of the night.

Black. Massive.

No text. No explanation.
A prism for your consciousness.

Inspired by Kubrick’s 2001,
but not to be remembered

to be continued.

The Monolith by Ares Davide
does not tell the story of space travel,
but the story of the inner journey.

From beast to hunter.
From hunter to seeker.
From seeker to human.

It stands in living rooms.
In squares.
Among ruins.

It confronts.
It breaks through.
It speaks without a voice.

The Monolith is a promise:

That art will no longer remain silent.
And yet never need to be loud again.

Every investment in the J Coin
carries this project forward.

Into a new city.
Into a new consciousness.

Into a world
that must see itself again

in the black mirror.

The Monolith is not a piece of art.
It is a moment.
A fragment of awakening.

In cities that sleep.
Among people who believe they are already awake.