"Only decay is certain."

This piece is in part inspired by H. R. Giger's work and "The Giving Tree" by Shel Silverstein. I always liked Giger's organic machinery and how you barely knew where the transitions from organic to synthetic were if there were any at all. Looking at his work made me think just how great our bodies actually are at their jobs at keeping us alive as a species and yet all that's keeping our innards in is some layers of tissue. It may not be the life you want, but it's there to be sculpted.

As for "The Giving Tree" it has to deal with more of the thought I had when making it: I imagined the human race is now extinct and all that is left is ruin. The sun is dying, the moon is shattered, harsh biomes eek out a small existence, sad stuff, etc. We left behind machines in our likeliness to show that we were here. When we tried to fix things [or escape because of the sun], it was already too late and we were like the boy on the stump. Eventually, the solar system with our machines will crumble away like the stump.