Laminar bodies

The earth as a body, its material its flesh, a fleeting organism now made up of its rawest elements, life, and industrial scapes, expresses its contemporary mythology in its most evanescent traces. Each sentience and movement is imprinted and left between sensuous decay and fossilization. Mother Earth rejects humankind’s compounds and leaves them to glitter on her shores and in her mud as they communicate with one another in languages they no longer understand, a Babellian complex of objects removed from their original purpose, cast in latex, spilling moss, pierced, hopeless in their fragility...