The Cracker Box has become the standard for what nations and markets call art. But here lies the danger: art risks becoming another boxed commodity—seasoned enough to be palatable, branded enough to be marketable, safe enough to be stacked neatly in the global pantry of empire.

We decorate the same walls of the same house of subjugation instead of tearing them down to let the untamed light in. The artist’s true role is not to echo what already is—but to expose, to provoke, to peel back the layers of illusion so something unrecognizable to the old world can emerge.