image taken by HR Giger You can say anything about Giger . Certainly the macabre background sexually fetishistic in which this artist has stained the pages of existence too clean is not the most soothing . It 's true, perhaps exaggerated horror is his vision, bad acting against the ravages of the harmonious human being. Yes
Giger took the bold ambition to transform into a dark and visceral intrauterine environment pastures gay and bright imagery of the Earth. Then this fluid has mixed with the decomposed and unclean and devilish sharp nervousness mechanical element, characteristic of our era robot.
Here fruit chemical result of a magic painting that is able to perceive and Canvas side insectoid and reptilian that each of us, together with inorganic components of nature almost unknown, hidden and jealously guards all 'I your internal .
But at the same Giger is recognized as a virtue: the have been able to anticipate how a visionary the strange hybrid that now characterizes our profiles.
Warning! I do not mean that the humanoid race has disappeared from the earth's surface and in its place is a colony of aliens coming to life ruthless: I leave these stories to Asimov and Dick, much better than me to make credible nel'arte fantastic tales. Just wondering
an artistic eye, a sensibility that has the courage to rise from granted, the curiosity to step into the complex squiggles that are ahead of our perceptions, our thinking and our judgments.'ll see if that 'man does not appear then as a precursor of our time!
Once you open the hole in the cabin of reassuring ordinary perceptions we discover how deeply the poison sting of these paintings to the report that the man with the reality, tangible or virtual. And 'the dichotomy between hallucination and display that is less effective in Giger. thought short, does not differ more from matter, and matter, our matter, made of flesh and blood, miraculously intertwined with a synthetic alien, and another altered.
All the work of Giger is a great stage set inspiring and perhaps reflects our more advanced models of life. Just look around, see people walking or running with two pieces of iron instead of legs. Others may survive because they have implants gummy scattered throughout the body, bypass implantation in the cardiovascular system, removed from the memory microchip capable of the most traumatic events.
not alone. The 'infinite range of equipment they use these "monsters" in order to better carry out their actions closely resemble extravagant our computing equipment, the billions of wires (now a bit reduced) that surround it. The protagonists of Giger's paintings are wrapped and submerged cables. Flexible hoses that are transformed into bone and then penetrate the flesh and the drill, leaving the mutated into something inconceivable.
positions and movements of these characters, things are not less important: if at first glance may seem surreal and devoid of any logic of gravity, upon closer reflection seem to express well dispersed forms assume that when immersed in floating amniotic the web, try, with splashes and sudden twists and sprains, to reinvent it completely.
Giger, you cut my cell tissue-thin in parts, to show the world.
Giger, precise as a razor blade, you share the sections of my brain and transfer it on your canvas.
Giger, you're a stranger lurking in the my body, where it spawns miraculous that predict the future. You have wrapped around you silk threads of larvae to penetrate deep part of my brain where it dominates the wisdom.
Giger, you see, more than we domesticated primates. You come from a species superintelligent? Are you a visitor infected with eyes that poppy petal looks into our reproductive organs?Temothy Leary
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