Art of Dying Volume II | Page 71

your face and then staring at your own mortality. Everyone walks out on the street with their skeleton face. Everybody walks out on the street with no more skin, their souls bared. As the artistic director, I’m responsible for feeling the social currents of what’s going on in the world and creating an experience evocative of how death is reverberating in our culture right now and what aspects of our culture need love and attention. The urn has remained constant