Untitled no. 31
The walls of the cage are stark wire mesh, devoid of embellishment. Huddled in one corner is a creature – some small mammal, made unrecognizable by malnourishment, emaciated and losing hair in big chunks. Every once in a while it makes a run for the dish of food in the cage’s far corner, but the tether tied tightly around its throat holds it just inches from its goal. The rest of its time is spent either chewing futilely at the tough wire tether or curled up in total exhaustion.
"Powerful, and laden with pathos, for sure. But is it really art?"
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