The fictional possibilities of living human organs without the need of a body
Nothing truly stays dead anymore, everything is reanimated and brought back from the grave, including the human body; here life is hacked together in the garage from an assortment of human organs, gaffer tape, grinding motors and electricity. These newly reanimated, mutant organs have no purpose and function; it is mutation for its own sake, the birth of a new hybrid species, part human, and in some cases part monkey.
Mary Shelley meets zombie apocalypse or perhaps the pathology of a serial killer. Workshop of filthy creation is also about the reactivation of a new kind of body, and the new disturbing possibilities of what the human body could be. So amongst the viscera and gore, there is a weird sense of twisted and ugly potential here, of new possibilities of the future human body.
