I’m on the fence. It’s a high fence, with a great view of both sides, but one side requires me to put my theater glasses on first and promises that the final act will be to die for. The other side seem to be missing actors, so are less interesting.
I really don’t know where to stand either, since the seating situation in the gallery requires you to only look down and makes it hard to see anything at eye level
Bit of both. I tried to tell the story of the fence-sitters as rich opulent people spectating the war as if it were a theater, watching the actions of the IDF through the lens of a performative act of infotainment, whilst ignoring the real “show” happening in Palestine because there simply isn’t enough coverage of it.
Anyway I butchered it, much like the kids in Palestine
I’m on the fence. It’s a high fence, with a great view of both sides, but one side requires me to put my theater glasses on first and promises that the final act will be to die for. The other side seem to be missing actors, so are less interesting.
I really don’t know where to stand either, since the seating situation in the gallery requires you to only look down and makes it hard to see anything at eye level
Hard to tell if this is a metaphor or just a status update of an acrobat
Bit of both. I tried to tell the story of the fence-sitters as rich opulent people spectating the war as if it were a theater, watching the actions of the IDF through the lens of a performative act of infotainment, whilst ignoring the real “show” happening in Palestine because there simply isn’t enough coverage of it.
Anyway I butchered it, much like the kids in Palestine