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I saw an angel
The man as machine.
A manifestation of mechanical embodiment and identity fragmentation. The body transforms into a scrapyard, and the scrapyard into a stage. The body is consumed by the remnants of scooters, steering wheels, gears, lights, and other vehicular debris. Together, they form his INDUSTRIAL SKIN. A chaotic armature— A monstrous hybrid, both humorous and unsettling.





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