In Control
Command Confuse (CCC), a robed figure crowned with the glow of a television
screen presides over a silent procession of masked bodies. The monumental dome
rising in the distance anchors the scene in the architecture of power, yet the
crowd’s blank faces dissolve individuality into submission. Muted sepia tones
lend the work a historical gravitas, as though this spectacle has unfolded
before and will again. Authority here is neither shouted nor resisted—it is
broadcast, received, and absorbed without question.
