Toque numa célula para abrir a obra.
Faces composed of melted electronic waste.
Melted electronic waste over a plaster mold. A possible visualization of the Electroctopus through its own gadgets.
Advertising promises a clean future: high-tech domes on Mars, sanitized bodies, a humanity of pure logic, cut off from affect, like Spock. The promise is false. What piles up are mountains of waste, cancer, psychosomatic illness, social abysses, the hacking of the human and the collapse of planetary balance.
The title comes from Donna Haraway, for whom we have already left the Anthropocene: we live in the Chthulucene.