We are faced with a paradox, we know that these machines of war are made for destruction, are made to increase the darkness of the world
but we succumb to the extraordinary beauty of their dusky bodies.
we have to face the duality, we know that these objects are made for nothing but we are, nevertheless, awe struck by the intelligence of their brutal lines,
their sculptural presence like works of art that smell like dearth.
we don’t know anymore…