They Only Come Out At Night, Mostly...

H.R. Giger refused trauma therapy in order to preserve his nightmarish visions, and I’ve always wondered what would have happened had he said yes. So I started exploring his dark biomechanical style as if juiced up by the wonder-sauce of Lisa Frank’s neon dreamscapes — pointing directly into the paradox and ambiguity, promise and peril of our own transcendent biotechnological future. A tribute to Giger’s xenomorph, and a pun for my fellow LGBTQi allies and out-of-the-closet crypto enthusiasts.