Wizz Design

Some people think they were born in the wrong place. Joy wasn’t — but she just never actually lived there. Born to an American father she never knew and a French mother, Joy has spent her life trapped in a sleepy valley in the Vosges mountains, bored out of her mind. That is, until she stumbles upon the body of a dead cowboy.

The desert is ablaze. Only the enemy is left there now, with the orphaned child and the rotting carcasses of the herds. Men have double crossed the people. Traded them in for food and provisions. They lie to us, then come to see us in the company of our enemies.

The Replicant is a ballet of metallic humanoids, their shadows brushing and merging. Endlessly repeating. Bodies multiply in sensual loops. Sweat becomes mercury. The heat rises as the silhouettes make contact.