Kim Torres

Ghost, Animal

A machine that contains a ghost. From two eyes to one eye. The same four limbs. The artificial body. The appearance of things, their incandescence. The light on the screen feels more alive than ever. The satellite guides me. Through a transmutation exercise a human in old age performs a ritual that allows him to deposit his essence in the body of a drone. In the gaze of the machine, a new illusion is reconfigured.