On the arena floor is the once burly man, now gaunt as a stick, who, in isolation, has knitted a fluffy white dog.
The Colosseum was an amphitheater used for audiences to watch fighting and violence. The once burly man is now gaunt, worn from knitting and hiding in his coat. He may be the subject about to be killed, being watched by the aristocratic couple in the theater seats. He may be being persecuted because he wore the white scarf; he was more open wih his queerness. However, the orchestra swells and his death is a statement and performance. He holds a white dog he created, something alive and impossible to hide. His queerness is now something loud. He also may be represented in the dog, all his queerness and desire put into this tangible living thing he directed all of his work into. This death is a spectacle, but he is no longer hiding.
