It is the parable of human evolution that Gilles Cenazandotti unveils here; an allegory, or maybe a fable of how the human fulfills its descending curve on the evolutionary ellipsis where we are about to transform into a different species. As the Homo sapiens slowly gives way to Cyber sapiens, a creature part digital and part biological integrating the digital and the molecular dimension as a step away from the merge of biology and technology, the human body is less and less the manifestation of a human or humanizing presence. Will the world be shared and divided between biological clones, technological humanoids, and the immaterial multiples of the virtual world? Will the new human encounter forms of life that slowly become self-aware and transgress their condition?
It is the body that faces the most radical challenges today. Imperfections and incompleteness become reasons enough for the body to turn into a matter of personal (post-)creation. Its fragility and limitations express the quest for a ‘posthumanity’ where the natural body is no longer the object of beauty and desire, but an autonomous surface for cyborgisation and virtualization. Free from its bodily condition, the posthuman is an enhanced form of life, in close connection with technological performance. Technology delivers humanity from its limitation by imitating the organic. The cultural construction of tangible bodies and ideal beauty makes way for the technological exceptionalism.
In Gilles Cenazandotti’s Parabolhomme, a hybrid body of digitised flesh and intrusive technology makes us wonder about the new post-biological era we are about to enter. Robotics imitating natural forms and patterns into infinitely more elaborated, complicated yet efficient structures, are the new figures of transgression and subversion, replacing the dominant representations in today’s society. Not a full cyborg yet, but ageless, genderless, and pure nevertheless, Cenazandotti’s human is an expression of our desire for an all-powerful technology that might bring the promise of immortality. Its face has lost the traits of individuality, intimacy and recognition; its gaze no longer scrutinizes the outlooks – it is a gaze through the porthole, captive and hermetically closed inside its form.
Text by Sabin Bors / March 12, 2014. All rights reserved.