Captive

So this was the idea that I proposed to Broomhill; a struggling muscular form contained in a cage resembling a skull. In some sense we're all prisoners, serving life sentences in our bodies, looking to escape through alcohol and drugs or fantasies about life after death. But we depend on, and are formed by, constraints and limitations. We play the jailor as well as the prisoner, constructing the cage in which we feel safe or comfortable.