Welcome to Dumpland, the junkyard land, unbelievable mess, where dreams and nightmares are right next to each other, just like wealth and poverty. Here, superficiality overcomes necessities, and life-inspirations only exist on screen or glossy paper. The souls are essentially turned towards the Dollar God, provoking envious vertigo, jealousy and frustrations. In a stream of images accumulated on a daily basis, M. Woods transcribes the symptoms of a frail society. If the “numb spiral” is a disease, “Dailies from Dumpland” and its endless visual flow might just be the remedy.

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