Hues Of Status

Seven hollow heads, six color zones, one canvas 7ft × 5ft. Orange, red, yellow burn as the “fiery” classes while light blue, sky blue, deep blue cool as the “warm light” classes — red speaks loudest, but every face is carved from what gets used up and thrown.

We are left with 2, well done sir

He started with trash. Empty tissue cores, hollow and discarded, just like the voices he meant to carve. One by one he glued them to a canvas 7 feet tall, 5 feet wide — big enough that you can’t look away.

When the heads were up, he brought the color. Not random color. Six zones. Six rules. Six classes.

Orange for the ones who hustle in heat but never cool down. Red for the ones whose anger is too loud to ignore. Yellow for the ones who laugh anyway, bright and thin. Then the blues: deep blue for the weight they carry silently, sky blue for the ones still hoping, light blue for the ones the world barely notices.

Stand back and you see it split in two. Fiery on one side — orange, red, yellow — burning, demanding space. Light and warm on the other — the blues — quieter, calmer, easier to overlook.

But up close, all the heads are the same. Hollow. Weird. Carved from what gets used up and thrown away. The red faces scream first because that class has learned: if you don’t scream, no one hears you. Yet every head, from red to light blue, is empty inside. The title calls it *Hues of Status* . The canvas asks: did the color choose you, or did you choose the color?

You walk the 7 feet of it and realize the installation isn’t about them. It’s a mirror. Which zone would your face be glued to?