Industry and automation consume us—work must stay vital to survive. This idea, paraphrasing Swiss sculptor Jean Tinguely’s words, feels more relevant than ever in a world where profit suffocates creativity. We’ve lost sight of making art for discovery, not just what sells. With his kinetaic sculpture Homage to New York, Tinguely embraced chaos. My thesis does the same—handcrafted, imperfect, alive. It rejects hollow trends and influencer clout. New York’s edge has dulled, but this is a rebellion—a love letter to the city’s grit, soul, and raw humanity.