trash island

i am trash island. don’t even think about messing with my legacy. i will eat you all. i will suffocate and suck the life out of you. i’m made of plastic. i was not made, i was born, really. i was born in the streams of ocean, my ancient black blood flowing from the crevices of earth, taking on all the colors of consumer capitalism. i am all your desires. i am all your fears. i spread my spores and breed tiny children. the future is mine.



part of PPLATS at Photographic Centre Peri curated by Nayab Ikram.

Also shown in a pop up space in Mariehamn.