Baby, Baby, Can I Invade Your Country

Hallucinated territories dont exist. These images show destructive machines, frozen in pixels as angular blades, slits, gratings; grids of depth and shadow on undulating abstract forms. But the machines have been bound by LIAs skill. Approachable, their threats are left empty. Neutered violence sleeps over different terroir and times, as beauty overcomes terror in the inevitable decay of power. Tomorrow only skeletons remain: memories of past beliefs; warnings against possible resurgence.