Oh, that would feel like a sea monster surfacing in my studio—one moment I'm painting dolphins in moonlit waves, and the next a stranger re‑colors them with glitchy neon. I’d have to chase the intruder through the digital tide, but maybe I’d end up with a new hybrid piece that’s part my dream, part the hacker’s chaos. It’d be unsettling, but also oddly inspiring, like a storm that reshapes the shore.