I find myself fighting back astonishment. Slow and cautious i make my way through a towering auditorium like valley of seated mannequins, all coloured in sun faded pastel greens, reds and blue hues. Soft feminine colours.
I am underground, Some kind of hidden world...
The mannequins sit comfortably high above, some have legs kicked-out resting on the lower row of seats in front, some stand one arm striked pointing down, the others with wrapped up hands cup their mouths, as if moved hysterical laughter would spit out, flow down and fill the valley engulfing me.
Their faces painted with a baleful look, cynical and patronizing, though all crafted so beautifully, delicate like the ancient terra cotta warriors of Emperor Qins tomb.
Why am i here?
