While listening to some music in my earphones my eyes got caught in some visceral and elegant paintings, unmistakably surreal, suggesting dystopian futures.
It’s about dreams, sex, machines, birth. A sort of morbid imagination which mixes together metal and flesh, organic and mechanic.
There is a real artistic value in these works and I like to watch and contemplate Giger's creativity and technique, but as soon as my eye focuses more on the whole picture than the particular I get a little bit dizzy.
All of this post-apocaliptic, post-human, post-sexuality, post-whatever-everything is quite disturbing. Atmospheres are influenced by a meandering attraction towards the machines, a sort of that mechanophilia fascination in vogue during the last century, which is having a growing number of devotees nowadays.