A head-on collision of old, gas-guzzling cars converging on a single vanishing point as if being sucked into a black hole.
Among the cars, we see a variety of plants, flowers and insects. Nature takes back its place and springs upwards as the cars vanish.

There's an overall feeling of peace similar to the atmosphere of a cottage, near a lake, at twilight. In this serene setting, one can see the Statue of Liberty emerging from the water. The notion of calm in the midst of catastrophe is a metaphor of human complacency in the face of impending doom.

Ever since the invention of the automobile, we’ve enjoyed the freedom of travelling great distances. Our addiction to fossil fuels has had a negative impact on our planet and our dependence on cars have given way to a kind of mobile prison.
Has our addiction to fossil fuels gone too far? Are we evolving towards extinction?

Everybody has an ass but a Candy Ass is an evolutionary wonder to behold... and savor! Upscale buns deserve to be celebrated and caressed. Makes a great gift!

A lot of people called me names when I was little. Today, I call myself names. Cunty is one of them. Harness the inner force of cunt. And yes, even a man can be cunty. Don't men have a lot to learn from women? The art of cuntiness rests in someone's ability to be sharp and assertive yet deeply feminine, not unlike roses. When you wear this, it serves as a warning for others. These are roses I drew while I was in rehab.

Fowl or appendage, you decide. On the subject of manhood I have to say: a nice one can really open doors!

The hours of waiting between flights always seem to be a bonus of life where everything is allowed without really impacting the rest of your trip, whether it's indulgence, going out to party, shopping or the company of a stranger, enjoy your stopover in Miami.

This scene tells the story of a woman, a guitar, a gas pump and two cars. These temporal shifts correspond to interruptions in the space-time continuum. The scene takes place in 1960. A woman is driving through Albuquerque on Route 66 in her 1958 Plymouth Belvedere. While stopping for gas, she meets a handsome musician. The reflections of their ephemeral love can be seen in the clouds above their chance meeting.

An automaton to me is an empty shell that mimics a human being. The comparison between automatons and humans is inevitable. In the performance of our duties, we are all, at times, empty shells...

...We can function without motivation, without reflection with 
repetitive gestures. Witnesses of their time, mechanical puppets are created in the image of the humans who inspired them. It is a bit like a meeting 
beyond the grave...

...Despite their jerky movements, we are confronted by the more or less convincing illusion of the human. The absence of a soul forces 
the brain to imagine a personality.

Why does our society reduce us to a set of numbers from the day we're born?

Artificial intelligence, which has gained a lot of momentum in the last few years, can lead us to question to what extent we want to give control to robots. Artificial intelligence even seeks to replace artists. Letting art fall under the control of artificial intelligence is a bit like voluntarily becoming an automaton and abdicating to humanity.

Plastic surgeries you will almost always regret. Mary's plastic surgery looked great... for a month. But some facial transformations simply don't work on automatons.