Matthew Kirshman
There’s magic in the monstrous. Something strange leaks through the hyper-conscious language and distorted artifice of these sci-fi tales. Through the cracks slip 'the gelatinous body of Captain Aldair,' the 'stubs that were once his legs,' and 'burning nubs where his arms had been.'Monstrosity is a self-reflexive text, art holding a mirror to itself, revealing the illusion of cohesion. The body, like art, is an appearance merely, capable at any moment of dissolution.