Am taking a module on bioethics this semester.
After being ignored by some local artists, I decided to do my final research paper on the works of Piccinini, an Australian artist concerned with the ramifications of genetic engineering.
(Sucks right, life seems to revolve about essays nowadays.)
Was reluctant to sit down and research, but once I started, I couldn't cease. Reams of fascinating materials call out to me, stimulating and engaging.
Really awesome works. The humanity in these artworks - regardless of how grotesque some of them may appear - cry out for empathy.
He's cute, but I wouldn't want to be his dad.
Are there any creatures sprouting on your back now too?
If not for the fingers fanning out to form a fish tail. And the prominent lactating glands.
In biotechnology, we augment physical attributes - increased muscle strength, intelligence, longevity, viral immunity and the list runs on. What happen if the effects aren't what we desired? Instead of longer and stronger legs, we get two more pairs of limbs. What do we do then?
The nonjudgmental acceptance of unsightly creatures by their fellow human beings in this work suggest the redemptive influence of the spirit.
Perhaps, in biotechnology, we are barking up the wrong tree.