Welcome to Dumpland, the junkyard land, unbelievable mess, where dreams and nightmares are right next to each other, just like wealth and poverty. Here, superficiality overcomes necessities, and life-inspirations only exist on screen or glossy paper. The souls are essentially turned towards the Dollar God, provoking envious vertigo, jealousy and frustrations. In a stream of images accumulated on a daily basis, M. Woods transcribes the symptoms of a frail society. If the “numb spiral” is a disease, “Dailies from Dumpland” and its endless visual flow might just be the remedy.
Welcome to Dumpland, the junkyard land, unbelievable mess, where dreams and nightmares are right next to each other, just like wealth and poverty. Here, superficiality overcomes necessities, and life-inspirations only exist on screen or glossy paper. The souls are essentially turned towards the Dollar God, provoking envious vertigo, jealousy and frustrations. In a stream of images accumulated on a daily basis, M. Woods transcribes the symptoms of a frail society. If the “numb spiral” is a disease, “Dailies from Dumpland” and its endless visual flow might just be the remedy.
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