Horny, Aimless & Alone presents a fictitious environment-animal pairing between a mutated phallic creature, part military-grade hunter-killer drone, part beluga whale, and an acidic, monoculture forest, commenting on colonial methodologies of displacement via ecological manipulation and the weaponising of nature.

Serfaty confronts and subverts the masculinised imagery of warfare throughout an imagined world. Exploring the intersection of sexuality and destruction, Serfaty deconstructs phallic symbolism inherent in weaponry design, the vulnerability and precarity of land as a manifestation of complex social structures.

An exploration of soft power where boundaries between nature and authority blur, challenging our perceptions of what is 'natural' and how we wield it as a tool for dominance. Survival of the fittest? Perhaps not, our lonely protagonist now wanders wearily throughout a promising environment lacking in lovers; soon to expire.

Hunter, Killer, Father, Lover becomes ensnared by the objects around him, performing compulsive rituals with incompatible entities. His slow, sagging skin barely holds together as he avoids rupture on the very architecture built to keep him in power. A tower, a missile, a shaft… once a hunter-killer drone, piercing and penetrating conquests with pure virility. Feeling aroused? These powers are failing. He’s the main character and he’s a flop.

Transformed from stiff weapon to undulating translucent flesh, a sense of pity ensues. Loneliness and sexual prowess becomes an embarrassing feature; abandoned and awkward. Once virile, he is now rejected. Mother Nature watches on, with a high degree of ‘cringe’. Counterintuitively, he falls for her, swooping and hoping once again for her to let him in; alas this time it won’t happen. She has been made monoculture and acid and using it against him. She has nothing left to give.

A poignant portrayal of the inherent tension between agency and constraint, you can hear him a mile-off wailing in the distance. Hardly the dexterous and stealthy assassin he once was. “When will he leave?” Mother asks. Her patience running thin, she will re-cultivate as an act of rebellion. With the ability to continually renew; she challenges preconceived notions of power and authority, of ownership. She won’t take it lying down! Until, the next epoch of technology, war and giant phalli take to the sky again that is - she’ll have to think of something different.

Two entities locked in a symbiotic yet adversarial relationship; compelled to confront the unsettling reality of unchecked power and the fragile balance between dominion and submission. Of military hardware and nurturing familial picnic furnishings, of harsh sound and crunchy leaves.