Kids rule indeed. Here Brayndennd, 9, could have wailed his despair at being forced to march for hours through the bleak landscape of the hypermarket. Instead he improvised a live arts performance.
Acutely aware of the material prison that is the modern North American suburb, the artist has choreographed a striking analogy of his longing for freedom with make do props found in his immediate surroundings. As the character he so strikingly plays attempts to release his soul from his mortal shell with the use of a toilet plunger, Brayndennd offers a strong social commentary on modern urbanism with metaphysical ramifications and ultimately leaves us pondering.
He is stuck, much like a turd in a pipe, and longs to be free. The plunger exists to dislodge the turd, but what tool does society have to free him from his confined prison or the suburban hell?
Kids rule indeed. Here Brayndennd, 9, could have wailed his despair at being forced to march for hours through the bleak landscape of the hypermarket. Instead he improvised a live arts performance.
Acutely aware of the material prison that is the modern North American suburb, the artist has choreographed a striking analogy of his longing for freedom with make do props found in his immediate surroundings. As the character he so strikingly plays attempts to release his soul from his mortal shell with the use of a toilet plunger, Brayndennd offers a strong social commentary on modern urbanism with metaphysical ramifications and ultimately leaves us pondering.
He is stuck, much like a turd in a pipe, and longs to be free. The plunger exists to dislodge the turd, but what tool does society have to free him from his confined prison or the suburban hell?
He plays a lot of Minecraft.