Behold the Man; at the Threshold of the Future, 2025
Wire mesh, recovered plastic, ghost nets, and LED lights
9’ x 5’ x 2.5’
Perched between the future and the past, we stand at the threshold of possibility.
We are half animal, still torn by the same desires, fears, and tribalism as our cousins and ancestors. We are half machine, forms bound to technology, and minds inexorably interlinked through code and algorithms, forebears of our future children. We aspire to be gods, ascendent over nature; we are polluted, body, soul, and mind with the plastic sparks of synthesis.
We are caught in the nets we wove and cast, struggling against ourself. The animal throws itself against synthetic bonds and is torn asunder with plastic knives, sheathed in oil blood. Bitter hands to tear out broken eyes on the great tree, writhing with eagle feathers fluttering against chained rock for stolen fire, and the splintering wood of the suffering god at the labyrinth’s end. Forever suffering, until, become light itself, we enter the waiting arms of the now.