mauvais
on reddit or something
The dog is a synonym for what might yet be, the archetypal future of the self. It finds itself entombed in the hexagon of its own mortality, the green ellipse counterbalancing the horrific futility of red, conveying the emotion of the power struggle omnipresent throughout 1980s Latvia. This scene is a classical yet flawed cry for help - the artist makes a call to all of us, and in doing so encapsulates the very essence of now, now, right now, a time by which too much has already been discarded. In contextualizing this emotion I, having become a conduit through which my own modernist ambivalence towards these failings can be expressed, am late for the bus again. Bye.

