HR Giger and his machines' sensuality

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.