Inspired by internet creepypasta and a witch house playlist.
A cautiously realistic portrayal of a woman possessed.
Inspired by a dream I had of a woman with glass arms. Is she human? Is she machine? A holographic projection of hair, exposed circuitry in arcane inlays, the unnatural perfection of her segments: she profanely mimics the organic machinations of our humanism. She seems powered by the surreal, her technology incomprehensible—supernatural—to the humans of today.
"She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking."
— Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love