the wings in the picture, which at some point made some chickens fly, at least during a few seconds when the birds had been run after to be beheaded or strangled, those wings which had total control over living bodies in the tri-dimensional space of a world under the sky, they are now sold in a street market of hong kong's soho. the red of the blood, reminiscent of life, manifests a strong contradiction, that of a purposeless life. |