amoral ends.
Toronto. January 28th, 2025.
We are looking our doom in the face, and it is not even looking back at us.
amoral ends.
Toronto. January 28th, 2025.
We are looking our doom in the face, and it is not even looking back at us.
Another research expedition to the planet once inhabited by Homo sapiens. Civilization is gone—only ruins, organic layers, and scattered life remain. Individual classified as Homo Messor: communicative and social functions absent. Elevated sensory response to organic stimuli observed. Existence revolves around movement and consumption. Dwells within former human structures. Contact not advised.
It’s one of the last ancient beings — a species that reached intelligence long before humans ever did. For centuries, mankind hunted them, destroyed their world, wiped out their kind. Now this lone remnant walks with purpose. One final mission. A desperate attempt to survive.
body prisons.
Toronto. December 13th, 2024.
A body confined by a mind rebels. Especially another’s mind.
tear resistant.
Toronto. December 7th, 2024.
This world seeks to pull us in two directions, but there is a third way for us: to be torn.
Unfulfilled Longing
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This shot was inspired by the cult classic 'They Live' by John Carpenter — a wild mix of sci-fi and social commentary. But let’s be honest: do we really need aliens to control us anymore? These days, algorithms and big social media platforms do the job just fine.
Algunos garabatos de Gabriel con algunas criaturitas (del Lado B aka el Mundo de los Sueños). Incorporé escrituras de dragón y un hechizo para que las craturitas no cometan travesuras (hay que publicar dibujos responsablemente).
El Lado B puede parecer tranquilo en superficie (dunas de arena blanca, cielo lleno de nubes rosas), pero es bastante caótico, nunca se sabe qué hay abajo de la arena, y qué puede surgir de ahí.
the intent persists.
Toronto. June 21st, 2024.
We suffer more endings than these, our deaths. Still the Intent ripples on through the bodies of those who remain.
know pain.
Toronto. May 6th, 2024.
Only through the sensing of pain do we truly know it. Our fantasies of suffering do not give us truth, only false empathies.
CW creepy, cara desfigurada
Ciro descansando adentro de una de sus plantas carnívoras. El otro ser es el espíritu de la planta.
El Jardinero
CW bichito muerto
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Dos más. CW por sangre