Cicerone´s Journeys: Eleven

Cicerone looks at a sign that says; "I Want To be Able To See What It Is", and he wonders what that means. Is it possible to see what it is, or can he only see what it appears to be? Can what it appears to be, be what it is? Is this it? Is that all there is?

There is a small table (that once belonged to a retired doctor) on which a portable television stands next to a potted plant. The tv can not be turned on and the plant has no need of water. The entire arrangement is something other than that which it appears to be. A proposition, maybe, or a challenge.

Beyond the table/no table, a deep perspective; dark floorboards and heavy wooden beams, a claustrophobic architecture, with metal grilles and iron hooks. Suspended within this space he observes large numbers of dismembered and stuffed animals, like cast offs from a museum of natural history. In the distance, dimly lit, a small room in which hangs another ambiguous object, apparently part human, part animal. In its arms it holds a faceless and genderless mannequin. Cicerone thinks; that could be me, it could be anybody.