Living in a tube

“This Indenture, Ignored.” by M Rose 2021. Collage (sheepskin parchment substrate, paint, paper, acetate, bone.

#artagainstracism

It is the narrowing of our experiences, living within limits, breathing the same air (our own exhale into our masks?) over and over again. Complaints are rampant, particularly among the once spoiled the once priveledged who have fallen or been pushed into the drink, to the brink. How many can no longer think? How many push themselves beyond numb to reemerge depressed, anxious or alternatively severely calmed? With all the symbolism around masks, from mimes to Halloween to the masquerade balls from days of yore. How do we choose to respond?