THE PAST COUPLE YEARS HAVE BEEN INTERESTING

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN IMAGERY MUST SAY EVERYTHING FOR ITSELF, WHEN LANGUAGE IS MUTED, WHEN LENSES CHANGE, WHEN PEOPLE CHANGE, WHEN LIFE DOES NOT MAKE SENSE, WHEN PERSPECTIVE GROWS

MY LIFE IS ART

Multiple square metal frames with long, wavy, blond hair, resembling a person's head, behind rusty wire fences. The frames and hair are repeated in a vertical sequence on the left and also appear split between the right and center of the image.