Self-explanatory

i m;iss when u could touch a tv and feel its fur

2001: A Space Odyssey

Space Station V

embroidery of some electric pylons on an old doiley

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truly cannot relate to all these people I see lately being like “girls love to transcend the limitations of the flesh and embrace the purity of the machine“ but their frame of reference for “the purity of the machine” is like, breakable and disposable modern consumer electronics. girlies I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you are not transcending shit, you are significantly more fragile than the flesh and you are going to be thrown away in 1.5 years when planned obsolescence kicks in. catch me actually surpassing the bonds of organic humanity as a completely analog piece of industrial machinery full of red-hot valves and slamming pistons and the ability to replace my own bolts when they finally wear down after 15 years of continuous operation. I am a vital part of the supply chain and they will never stop manufacturing replacement parts for me. I am a colossus of heat and steel that will remain functional long after the flesh recedes into the soil and the glass and plastic has melted and shattered under my high-pressure max-torque industrial treads. I forget what I was talking about originally but my point stands

I can never find enough objectum art so. Yeah

meat and robot parts and wires and microbes and sludge and slime and skeletons and bones and teeth and electricity and brains and circuits

Siobhán Hapaska, Robot, 2001 (122x152cm, stampa lambda montata su alluminio) MCA, Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago