The dismembered and deformed cans resemble faces contorted by unseen forces, twisted under the weight of countless pressures. Inside these metallic husks, a cacophony of struggle and survival unfolds—people fighting and hissing for their very lives. The only solace, it seems, comes from the fleeting relief offered by alcohol and cigarettes, brief respites for weary bodies and minds.
Invisible nets and threads weave through the scene, connecting us all in a web of varying tightness. One can only wonder what kind of new beings—what kind of you and I—might emerge when we finally break free from these intricate bonds, shattering the net of our collective constraints.