A sound, muffled but insistent, as if fighting its way through a fog, floats backwards from the street ahead; a car horn. And another, and then another, and now a chorus of plaintive automobile cries is rising up from the damp asphalt. The noise is raucous and full of anger; an orchestra of a hundred trumpets all out of tune.
Work In Depth is a series where the artist takes on the role of viewer on a piece of their own creation. While the creator's interpretation is by no means the last word, it is at the very least the most intimate perspective one can have of a work.
That this particular play, which was written in the 1950's as an allegorical investigation of the widespread rise of fascism throughout Europe in the lead-up to World War II now feels so pertinent should give us serious pause.
Humanity does not inherently progress with the passage of time as we are sometimes wont to expect. Progress is philosophy at work. When ambitious, a search for profundity, meaning, and truth. When sluggish, a proactive effort for survival. Slower than that, well...
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