Wilderness, longing & feedback, pathos in chains.

A robot controlled by a microprocessor is crawling towards his own field of view. The attempts to move forward are so helpless and pathetic, that the chains attached to the floor act not as a tool of holding back a savage beast, but as a security mechanism which helps it to survive – if the “newborn” creature could move freely, it would soon cut of its umbilical cord of energy and optic nerve.



Part of the “Dear Hunter” project, see also: “Dear Hunter / back room” & “Dear Hunter / inside”