Chaos

You are a faceless, mad, rhythm-less horse. Your goals are not clear. The composition is chaotic. Chaos is not a flaw. Chaos is an attempt to adapt to everyone. A person becomes mad if he/she tries to understand everything that is happening. This work is a satire of madness and chaos. The elements are pulled out of a hat. They are in no way connected by meanings but are connected through the image. Here’s a simple test to assess your chaotic state: if you can’t open a can of coke because you promised yourself not to consume sugar - you are an adept of chaos.