In the end, we found that each statue concealed a single object, different from the others. One was so tiny we almost failed to notice it, another was wrapped in oiled paper, a third had a complicated shape. There was a black one, a sharp one, a fuzzy one, a thin one, a sparkly one, a soft one…
Is the hiding of disappeared items a metaphor for putting undesirable aspects/qualities of ourselves behind a wall so that, while theyre still preserved for us, theyre not in plain sight for others to judge anymore? Is it better to hide things away where they wont be seen again or better to have the memory and let the objects themselves be destroyed?
