
A Texas oil field, the engine room of an ocean freighter, an anechoic room, a waste incineration plant.
A Texas oil field, the engine room of an ocean freighter, an anechoic room, a waste incineration plant.
Odd shapes stand in a desert landscape. At the push of a button, countless hands sprout from the ground. Hands, hands everywhere.
Anthropoid creatures with plugs instead of heads out of control. Instead of obeying the dictates of the raised finger they do what they want. But the fingers also finger around. Is it love or just destiny? It’s up to you to decide.