This work speaks about control in its quietest form.
Not through violence, but through structure.
The ones above pull the strings
The ones below follow, believing they chose to
The soldier represents the perfect servant of the system; convinced of purpose, blind to its architect
But the truth is, we’re all part of it... The markets, the wars, the way we chase validation; all part of the same invisible choreography.
There’s no anger here, just observation.
We’re not free from control, but aware of it.
And awareness, maybe, is the first act of rebellion