Enclosed in a vitrine, a shark-like fin cuts through a blue acrylic surface, a triangular vitrine that, like the fin inside, acts as a perfect cutting machine, a sublime automata that pushes us to nature’s limit.
Enclosed in a vitrine, a shark-like fin cuts through a blue acrylic surface, a triangular vitrine that, like the fin inside, acts as a perfect cutting machine, a sublime automata that pushes us to nature’s limit.
This is nature harnessed to the extreme, a catastrophic force that cuts through the landscape. Still, all is calm, for skirting the surface does not reveal the real depths of time.  Dorsal Fin reminds us that in the digital age, we, too, are in peril of becoming automata, sublated like the real shark in the digital air. ‘Dorsal Fin’ is fake at its core, a mere double of the real nomadic shark that lives in the depths and whose dorsal fin stabilises the flow
