Browsing, idly, a grey Sunday afternoon, I came across this image taken at The White Rabbit Gallery, Sydney. This gallery is the largest space outside China dedicated to Chinese art. The works here give a certain freedom to artists who are often voiceless under a repressive regime.
The wall text of this work read ‘Without heads or limbs, people become aprons of skin, generic surfaces without depth or individuality’.
This struck me for its poignant comment on the search for identity; for who are we all in a society of increasing homogenisation and mass culture?