The Wildate Project
Fragments of instinct, memory and post-human desire
Wildate traces the fault line between the human and the wild — a tension between whats humans try to possess, and what the wild refuses to give. From this fracture, a state emerges: transbestiality — where shapes carry memories older than their bodies.
In this contemporary mythology, the living is staged, disguised, captured in human gestures. Nature becomes the mirror of our desires — and of our wounds. Masks we no longer notices blur the border between devotion and predation. Wildate speaks through ruptures. Sensual. Dramatic. Unstable.
A land of confrontations. A theatre of metamorphoses. At once allegorical and posthuman, the Wildate project investigates the fragile frontier between ecological myth and human desire.
This first Wildate cycle is a suspended breath. Tomorrow, it might no longer be the same.
(2025)
It’s a tension.
Your rendezvous with the wild.
Seductive.
Brutal.
Unstable.
Never ordinary.
It’s humanity reshaped by nature.
And nature, twisted by humanity.
Animals turning into humans.
Not by choice.
By contamination.
By neglect.
By hunger.
By blind foresight.
They wear your gestures,
your jewelry, your postures.
They carry something of you.
Of us.
But they can’t take offense.
Humans are the ones
who wear masks.
Do you?
The biggest disguises are
the ones we force onto
other species.
Beasts unmade.
Humans unfinished.
In strangeness.
In rupture.
In artificial worlds.
In our substances
and contradictions.
It’s transbestiality.
A forced mutation.
Beneath luxury’s clothing.
The cry stays wild.
He doesn’t paint
hybrid creatures.
He tells stories of usurpation.
So who’s the intruder?
The man who devours?
Or the animal, forced to mimic?
Galanka himself?
Seduction and domination.
Strokes and bites.
Admiration and corruption.
Can you love without owning?
Can you touch without breaking?
Can you admire without betraying?
Wildate is the answer you hear
only when you stop asking.
This is our encounter.
It questions.
It unsettles.
It draws you in.
It stirs something.
A modern fable.
A frozen stage.
A dramatic dance
between nature and artifice.
Nature wears earrings.
Man, claws.
It’s dangerous glamour.
It’s beautiful.
And it burns.
Feel the tension?
So listen to what still resists
inside you.
— Galanka, 2025
(part of the Wildate project)