An ongoing series of webcam executions. I record the very last frames a webcam sees in the moment it gets drilled and destroyed. The camera keeps watching until it simply can't anymore.
What I found there, on the other side of the glass, is its own ending.
An email that arrives now and then, from a server out in the bushes. Works, shows, texts, and whatever the feed has no room for. Mostly in Italian. If it doesn't arrive, blame me. No spam. I haven't got enough material even for that.
Fatto. Ti abbiamo mandato un link magico via email: apri la casella e clicca per completare l’iscrizione.