The Inconsolable Mr. Pompwell

Originally posted on Lydia's Train of Thought:
The Inconsolable Mr. Pompwell No tears, no tissues, nothing at all No desolate widow, no grieving children, Comfortless, pointless, meaningless He sat at his window staring out over the sea, with the dark clouds only accents to his mood. Finally alone but hollow with success, he stood,…

Invisible

There’s something about this theater scene that haunts me, while simultaneously providing an eerie comfort of familiarity.  This artist has taken on the theme, at least in my humble interpretation, of alienation, obscurity, or loss of individuality amidst the world at large.  Whether the blunt instrument which erases individuals is industrialization, commercialization, capitalism, communism, the […]