Disarray
When our sense of self is threatened, the veneer of social form shatters and all hell breaks loose. In this hieratic frieze, two brothers are locked in a fight for dominance. A moment of utter disarray is preserved in all its humour and folly.
Order is so effortful; chaos forever lurks beneath the surface. We crave destruction. It’s hard to maintain control while staying afloat in a maelstrom of surging emotions. Life is deeply unfair and there is so much relief in rage. Maybe that’s why we brandish it everywhere like a virtue.