Things are hectic. This is cryptic. Contemplate Malevich’s Glittering Grinder and Kafka’s torture machine in “In the Penal Colony”. There’s a perverse serenity there, something Foucaultian, something Marxian and more than just a little Weberian. In short, it’s heavy and work-related.
Behold…the Arctopus — “PAINcave”
Parts & Labor — “Timeline”