Note: Text in sketch is rough. The content below shows revision and my be revised again once moving to the painting stage.
Dead Heads: New boxes open, flawless parts emerge as the old guard look on sharing thoughts with one another, but unable to communicate with their fresh kin. This spins their on their contemplation of consciousness and questions why they can question and arrive at possible answers while those that look exactly like them fail to have the ability. How long, they ask in unison, before identity is formed and words and thoughts conceptualized into actualization.
This again brings them to their greatest trepidation: Is what they are experiencing real or are they playing out roles in someones dreams. A painful masquerade that leads them to the edge of life and light, to find their way barred, with only their arms and hands outstretch into the wind that beckons freedom.
